Lil Yachty
Let's Start Here

“Not always changing means improving, but to improve one must change."

A bit of context for those not in the industry: Lil Yatchy is a sprite with colorful braids who, in the full trap era, comes out with an intriguing formula, a gooey and sugary mix dubbed "Bubblegum trap", a sugary offering in stark contrast with the rougher sides of the rap of the time. "Lil Boat" is the mixtape that will serve as a pass for the music industry: a concentrate of sugary rhythms that draws from an 80's video game imagination. A kind of Super Mario on acid.

A key element is trash (<<...My new bitch yellow/ She blow that dick like a cello...>> speaks clearly).

From here on, a series of picturesque releases (proudly claims never to have listened to an album by 2pac and rap in general, doesn’t care much) followed by a sequence of questionable albums, incapable of settling into pop culture.

In short, you must have understood that this is the portrait of a character used to lightness, not very willing to any form of seriousness. And so it seemed, at least until last year, when Yachty himself expressed the desire to do something "artistically substantial".

"Let's Start Here" takes up the challenge and sets itself as a new, electrifying prologue: definitively leaving the rap form, the album presents itself as a lively and vivid multi-genre conversation, drawing heavily from Funkadelic's funk, Prince's pop, and Floyidian psychedelia, also giving some space to Tame Impala's post-rock.

Thus a coexistence of multiple musical currents that do not get discouraged by temporal divergences (completely knocked down), summarized in an essential tracklist, with pieces that sometimes boast "prog" digressions, without renouncing a chart-topping pop appeal.

An album that is choral, dynamic, and orderly, with rampant citationism, and proud of its own identity. Sexy and hot like a summer fling.

Sure, Yachty's voice is rather limited, but well-set, and thanks to a conscious use of autotune, it manages to assert itself, finding its raison d'être on a velvety and colorful soundscape.

A nostalgic product that would like to throw more fuel on the ashes of that sadly interrupted summer of love. A decidedly memorable turn for what seemed to be a journey reaching its epilogue.

Unmissable.