Good morning, fellow ageing earthlings: for days on end you think of nothing but the Kendrick drop, make some time – conscious TIME – to listen to »Mr Morale & The Big Steppers« like the novel that every Kendrick Lamar album is, spend a week reading through 30,000 takes and interpretations, only to subsequently fudge this paragraph when putting this column together because you forgot there was a new Kendrick Lamar album. If I were twenty years younger, I could rap along to 80% of this absolute monstrosity of an album by now, and would have censored myself nine times trying to do both parts on »We Cry Together«. At least it makes you realise that every phase of life has its undignified moments.
Kendrick Lamar – Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers
