Earl Sweatshirt
Doris

There are no certainties and that is for certain. Well, this is a paradox; if it is certain that there are no certainties, it means there is a certainty, hence I'm talking bullshit, hence fuck it.

Every now and then I wonder what my direction is, then I realize that if I have to move, it's best to do it along dark roads. And if I find a light, oh well, I FUCKING AVOID IT MAAAAAAAN!

Doris, album three-quarters: nice for a bit, weak for the rest. Spooky anthems (Pre), hallucinatory/claustrophobic trips (Guild), soul echoes (Knight) and hints of minimal R'n'B (Sunday). The sunny beat of Burgundy (if you go see who produced this gem, rest assured you’ll have a hand on your penis) against the Western atmospheres of Hoarse (almost a soundtrack).

A few samplings (and what a sampler). And who is this Earl? Meh, he's a technically skilled rapper, talented producer, big ignoramus. There's not much else to say.

You know, once I was capable of great things: I still am, but my mind keeps me imprisoned and prevents me from moving. Once a day it grants me an hour of air, but damn, it feels more like a mockery. Go tell the prisoners that the hour of air has been established only to toy with their feelings: freedom is beautiful, right? Well now you don't have it anymore. Oh and to add insult to injury, here, take this bar of soap and remember, hold it tight, but TIGHT TIGHT.

Then again, freedom doesn't exist.

Hello, I'm God and I invite you to choose good or evil. You can decide, but the options are two. Want more? Sinner !!!!!!

Doris, an album that offers small surprises, but also many disappointments: indeed, while the productions of good Sweatshirt prove to be more than satisfactory and The Neptunes and Badnotgood give us two great moments, the beats churned out by friend Tyler turn out to be weak, caught unprepared for the occasion.

Well, in the end life always offers unpleasant surprises: I think I'm in the right direction and then the monsters of the past come to block me. Maybe I go out with a stunning girl and then find out she has a proboscis as long as the equator down there; maybe you muster up the courage to try with a girl of extraordinary beauty, but in the end discover that Max Pezzali with the friend rule was right; maybe, that same girl loves you madly, but in the end, you wake up and find out it’s all a dream. Beautiful, fortunately today is another day. Oh no, ANOTHER DAY!

Waking up is the worst part, so I've decided to abolish it: I don't sleep anymore and since sleep is the cousin of death, I've made the deal of the millennium. How much time to live? 10 days? Well, this brief perspective will help me enjoy more the time I have left.

Earl Sweatshirt-Doris, to listen to only if you're high or drunk or both absolutely trashed.