When Brad Beatson dies, bury him with velour on
Listening to Travi$ Scott is frustrating. He isn’t a great rapper like Young Thug, Rich Homie Quan, or Migos—all of whom shine on Days Before Rodeo—but a stylist whose music sounds better in album format. Most of his songs are as scattershot as a random 5-minute sample from my average work day: I open my work e-mail and promptly ignore 18 unread messages—Click on a browser tab to open Twitter and stay on it longer than I should—Put on some music to drown out coworkers—The music makes me think of something—Google that something—Check iPhone in the millisecond it takes Google to search results —Open Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter (even though it is already open on my computer browser)—you get the point and I should have stopped moments ago. But in the context of a full work day, these fits are commonplace and necessary to maintain my sanity.
The moments that Travi$ tries to contain stick out for better or for worse.
Previously:
The Inscrutable and Addictive Travis Scott
