By: Lucas Kowalik
I have never understood Future’s massive popularity, and have always found him to be one of the most bland figures in trap music. He has apparently realized how uninteresting he’s been, and has attempted to change things up on his latest record HNDRXX.
But by changing things up, I mean he attempts to bite off his contemporaries—albeit unsuccessfully. Nearly every track sounds to me like Future was trying to rip-off the unique sound Young Thug created on his Jeffery mixtape – released last year.
Future even tries to change up his flow and inflection, but merely comes off as a discount Young Thug. The biggest difference between the two is that Young Thug is able to use his voice as an instrument and cut through the production, whereas Future hides behind his production. Although quite generic, the production is pretty good, featuring trap heavyweight producers like Metro Boomin and DJ Mustard.
The first track, “My Collection,” sets the tone for the whole album. Future tells every girl he has ever slept with that even if they were only intimate together once, they are still part of his collection. Apart from being brazenly misogynistic, it also makes Future contradict himself. At the beginning of the song he criticizes his ex for having a long romantic history and then proceeds to brag about the size of his “collection”. The song is made even worse with Future attempting to rhyme “angel” with “singer” in the chorus – as if we wouldn’t notice.
HNDRXX would have been a painful hour with just Future, but we are saved by two featured artists. The first is The Weeknd on “Coming out Strong.” He serenades us with his beautiful voice as per usual and then Future comes in, doing his worst Young Thug impersonation, ruining everything the track had going for it. The second feature is Rihanna on the drudgingly boring track “Selfish.” I seriously think I fell asleep listening to this. This album could have been greatly improved if every track had a feature artist to allow the listener to escape from Future’s intolerable singing. Better yet, replace Future with Young Thug and then it may have actually come together.
Since most of the tracks are complete garbage, I should save my disdain for only the worst of the bunch. “Neva Missa Lost” is surely one of the worst songs on the album. Basically Future loves this girl, and he is heartbroken because he feels like he is losing her. This normally would be a relatable sentiment, but when taking into context the opening track “My Collection,” it is hard to take his commitment to this woman seriously. The validity of his claims is further deteriorated by him comparing the size of her butt to the viscosity of his lean remarking “her a** thick, but my syrup thicker.”
“New Illuminati” is another track that I thought was garbage, and just the title manages to make me cringe. Future’s stutter-ridden inflection in the chorus is reminiscent of Young Thug’ song “RiRi”, but nowhere near as experimental. It’s one of the more forgettable tracks on the record, and it really makes me wonder if Future even cut any tracks on the album. I feel like he just went into the studio for a day and whatever he had was good enough.
Overall, this album is utterly terrible, but what should I have expected from his second album in a week? While it may be a new direction for Future, it is hopelessly generic compared to the artists that he is emulating . He is far too calm and predictable to pull it off successfully. What makes Young Thug so great is that you can’t ever really anticipate his next move, whereas Future’s approach feels overly formulaic. Listening to this so many times has almost made me lose my faith in the quality of trap music. I am going to go to listen to Young Thug’s Jeffery now to reinstill my faith, and I suggest you do the same.
3 Worst Tracks:
“Neva Missa Lost”
(Feature Image By: Epic Records)