Note: My music reviews will always be “late.” It is my belief that albums should be listened to in different moods, settings, and after extended breaks, all while conditioning yourself to accept what you were given as opposed to what you wanted. Only then can you give a legitimate and honest critique of the material.
“Is it wickedness? Is it weakness? You decide.” If there’s a set of lyrics that better explain DAMN. as an album, they allude me, because this opening statement, to me, does a perfect job of laying the foundation of what’s to come. As succinctly as possible, within the first 15 seconds of the opening track, Kendrick Lamar has already told his audience what DAMN. is about. It’s not a tale of youth, like good kid, m.A.A.d city, nor is it an analysis of one’s Blackness, like To Pimp a Butterfly. Instead, it is an examination of extremes, a theme presented early on, and one that is further explored throughout the album’s 54-minute run-time. Continue reading