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This is the last straw. Never again will I sit through another drab, uninspired album by Logic. It’s been under nine months since his last studio album. And nothing has changed. While I have enjoyed a number of Logic tracks over the years, currently he makes me want to vomit. He is bamboozling each and every person who buys his albums post-The Incredible True Story. Y’see, Logic wants you to believe that he is what is right about the rap game. Or that he’s a part of a select group that is. However, this could not be farther from the truth. For the past three years this top-selling artist has been mailing in his performances– this is indisputable. His third album Everybody was underwhelming, but nowhere near the worst thing I’d heard that year. Yet the counterproductive storylines he wove throughout made the project unbearable front to back.

Though his intentions are mostly good, Logic pushes too agreeable of an agenda. He’s so busy making sure his music is tween-friendly that he forgets to write substantial songs. He claims the current state of hip-hop centers too often around rappers with designer clothes and no bars. Hypocrisy runs amok here nonetheless. Because across these 16 tracks Logic spends most of his time blatantly copying his contemporaries (specifically Drake as well as incessantly shouting-out Kanye). He also brags about how rich he is, despite his pretentious attitude, and continues to prove just how little effort he has to put forth to sell a bunch of records. Additionally, on his song “Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different” with Will Smith, he ends his verse by saying “I don’t care about lyrics.” This comes after what has to be one of the absolute lamest back-and-forth collaborations to ever grace my ears.

How can you shit on hip-hop alongside Eminem just to admit you don’t give a fuck either 12 songs later? Logic is an atrocity. He is straight-up tricking kids across the country that he is what hip-hop should sound like. Kids, if you’re reading, Uncle Kam is here to tell you that simply is not true. Logic has loads of technical skill and an artistic mind. He showed us that on his first two records. Nevertheless, once he caked up he left all creative intent behind. The only thing worse than a trash rapper is a good rapper who doesn’t try. For 55 minutes this album sucks the patience out of its listener. Every time you think he might return to form, Logic takes three steps back with either a horrendous hook, embarrassing beat selection, or contradictory narrative. Nothing about this album is remotely good outside of the rapper’s positivity.

Honestly, I’ll give him that. At the very least Logic is trying not to spread hate. However, much like various soccer advertisements on television, we get that hate and negativity are bad. We heard you the first ten thousand times. Another positive, though, if you’re a true Logic fan, was seeing him and his dad make up. According to his debut Logic and his father didn’t always get along. So, it’s heartwarming to know that all is forgiven. Progress is progress, and I must commend him for that. Still, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind is pure garbaggio. Endearing sentiments cannot clean up this kind of hot mess. This is the album that officially made me give up on Logic the rapper. Logic the person, conversely, seems to be an exemplary friend and community member. But Logic the rapper is wack as fuck. Simple and plain.

 

Review: Logic - Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
Positive MessagingCompetent FeaturesOccasionally Solid Flows
Amateurish Instrumental PaletteCringeworthy HooksFlat Sound
3NEGATIVE
Production2.6
Songwriting1.5
Substance5