Marvelous - Yung Gravy

No. No no no no no. NO. NO! NOOOO NO NO NO NO!!!!

I cannot express how awful this album is. What are you even expecting? WHAAAAT...are you expecting!? If you find yourself appreciating this album in an unironic way, I'm going to need you to take a hike up Mount Vesuvius with a lawn chair a sit there for three days while you reconsider the idea that this collection of songs has anything even remotely useful to give your eardrums.

Now, I see the defense already. Inevitably someone is thinking, "Carl, you're being too harsh. Yung Gravy makes beats and the beats are good". To that, I say, with all courtesy and kindness, fuck you. Get lost in the bushes. Not only are there only a few beats that truly go hard on this album, but those beats are stained with the mark of awful lyrics like...

"Hip hip hip hip hip, hooray

I done piped a thickey today."

Like are we SERIOUS ABOUT THAT BAR!?!?! It's not charming. It's not funny. It's nothing. It is a nothing bar. That is one of about 300,000 bars on this album that make Drake look like he knows how to write lyrics.

If I ever have the displeasure of meeting Yung Gravy, I will pour gravy on his head.

Demon tears. Businessmen. Fossil fuel.

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