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Album Review
Indicud by Kid Cudi

The Basquiat of Hip Hop has once again decided to bless us with another masterpiece. And let me just say, we are not worthy. I know some of you doubted him after WZRD, but let me jus… Wait, what’s that? I’m the only one that listened to that? Oh… I’m sorry… Ahem. Anyways, Kid Cudi once again delivers one of the best albums of the year (read: history) in Indicud. I don’t know how else to describe it other than evolution. The album as a whole somehow makes his Man on the Moon series look like a musical finger painting, while still keeping the signature Cudi feeling. It’s like going from Ghastly to Gengar.

I will say this, however. Yung Merlin still makes music for people who understand him. If you were ever depressed about something, or felt that facing a blunt was the only way to be happy, or just felt the need to compliment a beautiful lady, or were consumed by the intense need to yell “FUCK YOU”, punch someone in the face, flip a table, and throw a chair, then this album is for you. Basically, if you’ve ever been human and needed an album to express your feelings for you, this is it. Cudi speaks on everything from his fam to smoking to women, and everything in between. The melodies are still impeccable.

While I’m not a very big fan of King Chip (I got tired of him after his second appearance), every other feature was impeccably well placed. The Lord of the Sad and Lonely works with a very diverse crew that demonstrates his ability to make music that doesn’t fit in any sort of box. Features range from Kendrick Lamar to Father John Misty to Haim, who get to sing a track written by Cudi himself. The real genius here though, is Beez. The RZA gets an entire track all to himself, and it’s like a swarm of radioactive bees are constantly stinging your ears. Instead of poison, they inject musical martial arts, drug deals, and blunt wraps made from ancient tomes that reveal the secrets of the universe.

Scott also boards the self-production train, and I couldn’t imagine this album any other way. Every beat creates the perfect atmosphere for the track. Young Lady sounds like it should’ve been on the soundtrack for Django, Solo Dolo pt. 2 sounds like it should be playing in the background while Jason Statham is going on a rampage, Beez is a Wu-Tang shot of Hennesy with a twist of Mescudi, and Red Eye sounds like a trip through the clouds on a mild summer night.

If I haven’t yet convinced you to buy this album, flame my inbox with the most obscure vulgarity you can think of. I’m still throwing hands if you mention my mother though.

Go out and buy this album here. It’ll change your life more than the time you lost your virginity.

- Tyler