Honestly, I hate the club. Between all the drunk, sweaty mobs, overpriced cocktails, and overplayed singles, it’s simply not the place for me. But I must say, though, I do love a good club record. So, if it’s ass-shaking you’re looking for then look no further than Fever by Megan Thee Stallion. I wasn’t really looking forward to listening to this album from to start to finish. For me, rump-shaker songs/projects have a short shelf life. Yet in the right moment there is nothing more exciting than a hype banger. During my initial listen, Megan’s ability to carry entire songs with just her voice impressed me. None of these beats will knock your socks off. However, I have to give props to the production team here. LilJuMadeDaBeat and Three-6 Mafia’s Juicy J contributed roughly 65 percent of Fever’s beats. Almost every track has just the right number of elements.
Megan’s delivery is so in-your-face, having too much going on in the background would actually hurt this project overall. She is not afraid to tell it exactly how it is. And I’m here for it. This record’s first third is by far its best. Although a few tracks here could have opened the album, I’m glad she chose “Realer.” It tells you everything you need to know about Thee Stallion’s sonic style. She’s bossy. She’s horny. And she has zero time for that fuck-shit. The consistency of Fever is its saving grace. Despite her redundant lyrical topics, Megan delivers her bars with subtle differences so as not to come off stale. Her southern roots sound fully authentic. Ratchet bangers fall from her lips like autumn leaves. “Pimpin,” “Cash Shit,” and “W.A.B” literally had me laughing out loud. Surprisingly, I enjoyed Fever more in headphones than in the car.
Nevertheless, as charmingly risqué as it is, Fever’s one-dimensional approach limits its longevity as a project. As much fun as I had listening to these tracks, their appeal lessened with each new listen. While much of the songwriting here is quite competent, the hooks aren’t as punchy or memorable as other viral stars. Her allure remains solid nonetheless. Although her lyrics reside at surface level, she has enough personality on the track to hold her own. With four or five fewer tracks and one undeniable single, Fever could have lifted itself to new heights. Conversely, I look forward to what Megan cooks up in the future and hope that her artistry begins to take center stage as the years pass. This album is perfect for a girl’s night out pre-game or casual backyard kickback, where the people are friendly, the drinks are cheap, and the music is free from expectation.