Bruh. You’ve got to be kidding me. This is Chance’s debut album? Okay then, here goes nothing… After more listens than I could stand, I have come to a conclusion. Chance the Rapper’s debut The Big Day is worth no one’s hard-earned time. Although none of us asked to be born, our time (slash energy) is our most valuable offering. Chicago emcee and philanthropist Chancelor Bennett has chosen agreeableness over authenticity. To be completely honest, there is simply no use for me to delve into this album’s details. No concrete theme presents itself. Not one song is cohesive start to finish. And hardly ever does Chance expose his true nature here. Across 22 smelly tracks, a highly-skilled lyricist withdraws into his cozy, pretentious shell. Yes, smelly. This albums reeks of juvenile negligence, despite coming from one of pop-rap’s biggest and brightest stars. Good Lord; I need a drink.
Following my initial listen, I thought to myself: This actually isn’t that bad. I played The Big Day in my car before heading into work. Tracks like “Eternal,” “We Go High,” and “Handsome” piqued my interest. Megan Thee Stallion’s guest verse stood out from all the rest. Her and Nicki (on the album’s closer) did a fantastic job. Just wanted to make that clear prior to moving on. Nevertheless, the primary artist shoots himself in the foot on every single track here. To call this album corny, cheesy, disorganized, utterly vague would do the English language a disservice. Go grab a thesaurus and find your favorite way to say ‘atrocious.’ At first I gave Chance the benefit of the doubt. I believe he has a good heart. And I root for him. But fax are fax, my G. Get this bum-ass album out of my face!!
During subsequent listens, eerie feelings emerged. Not due to any chilling soundscapes or anything of that nature. No, it was the tone of his deliveries. He spends 77 minutes using sentiments of God and family in an attempt to convince fans that there is substance on this thing. Phony substance is no substance at all. From now on, there should be an eleventh commandment: Thou shalt not use the name of the Lord thy God to promote heartless works. Without a doubt The Big Day has absolutely nothing to say. And yet Chance won’t shut up about his hollow nothingness. He constantly mentions his daughter and wife to the point where it feels as though he’d rather not have them around. As rude as that is to say, it is simply how I felt exiting these songs. This is the life you chose, bro. Don’t take it out on us.
P.S. To the ones who enjoy this record:
You are incredibly kind souls. Chance the Rapper is lucky to have people like you as fans. I wish you better luck in the near future…
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