Shadow of a Doubt Review

After the album that changed his standing, the smart move was to prove he was not a novelty who needed one particular producer. This does exactly that. There is trap here, there is soul, there is a stretch of plush late night material, and he sounds at home on all of it. Fuckin Up the Count is a genuine peak, slow and menacing and built on a warped vocal sample. Careless and Extradite show a melodic side that had not surfaced before.

Insecurities is a real attempt to write about paranoia rather than perform it. What is missing is cohesion. Sixteen tracks pulling in five directions with nobody setting a single mood means it plays as a strong collection rather than an album, and a few of the more radio facing songs are simply below his standard. It confirmed that the rapping was not a fluke, and it did not build anything of its own to stand on.