Leaning strong on the lean
Young Thug – I’m Up (Atlantic)
A first-rate wordsmith and world-class troll, Atlanta’s Jeffery Williams reps for the Bloods, guzzles purp by the liter and loves mama in a way only southern boys appreciate. His major label debut delayed again, this newest entry in a series of crowd pleasing mixtapes doubles as a chance to irk industry suits still awaiting a return on their investment. Thugger’s fourth release in 10 months follows the blueprint of his strongest material: freewheeling hedonism, amoral rhymes, sing-song melodicism and a concise track list to limit his garrulous shortcomings. His acid-tongue delivery remains in world-beating form, matching his fleet of exotic cars and treasure chest of diamonds. I won’t begrudge a man well versed in abject poverty a lifetime of materialistic showboating, but Thug’s aim is more than superficial stereotypes. “My family depend on me / That’s who I do it for,” he says on the opening tribute to cancer-stricken amigo Boosie Badazz. Putting money where his (gold) grill is, he backs it up on the eulogy for the murdered A-town legend King Troup — wherein he pleads for everyone to “stop the killin’” — and invites his actual sisters Dora and Dolly to partake in the fun on the finale. The song is called (what else?) “Family.” GRADE: A-
Key Tracks: “Hercules” / “King TROUP” / “Family”
Future – Purple Reign (Free Bandz)
Q: How far gone is this perpetually depressed surp addict? A: He’s probably the first rapper to namedrop and properly pronounce Promethazine. But that’s only the beginning of his self-admitted substance abuse issues. Helping cope with his highly publicized breakup from baby mama Ciara is a medicine cabinet of illicit pleasures: codeine, marijuana, Hennessey, cocaine, Xanax, Percocets and tranquilizers, to name a few. To quote the verse during “Never Forget” in which he ignores grandma’s proverb: “Just say no to drugs / Hell nah, I ain’t listen.” With that fatalistic tone and a copious amount of auto-tune, he celebrates and bemoans the pitfalls of a celebrity status he’s discretely content with. The good includes an ever-swelling bank account, a squadron of sports cars and the economic freedom to live high on life’s lower pursuits. The bad is accusing any woman in his general vicinity of being a fame-seeking succubus. Who does he think he is, Kanye West? Taken as a whole, this is another example of too much money being a bad luxury. But give him credit for taking ownership of what truly ails him on the title-track-as-closer. “I just need my girlfriend,” goes the chorus. Here’s hoping he finds the light he’s looking for. GRADE: A-
Key Tracks: “Never Forget” / “All Right” / “Purple Reign”