With minor exceptions, the production is a flood of feedback and washed-out vocals that make headphone listening a minor chore to perform. If the above missive hasn’t convinced you or clued you in, I’ll spell it out succinctly: nothing on this album is as good as “Oh My Dis Side.” In fact, few of these verses rise above memorable, and are often awash in ‘Straight Up’s,’ ‘Huncho’s,’ and an array of ‘Yah’s’ and ‘Woah’s’ you’ll have already heard on “Kelly Price,” “Pick Up the Phone,” “Strip it Down,” “Know No Better,” and just about any song either appear on. As each played the other’s hype man, emphasing their own best qualities and cutting dead lines for efficiency and listenability, an outline was paved for Quavo to seek a solo career, and for Travis Scott to write his so-called ‘trapsterpieces.’ And so the promise has fizzled, where a handful of connections has led the two to Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho, a competent collobarative tape that nevertheless proves that Quavo should stick to Migos and Travis to curating his own albums. Review Summary: Basic, basic, basic, basic.ĭenizens of Rodeo and the hype surrounding the ‘ My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy of trap’ will likely remember “Oh My Dis Side” as Travis Scott’s crowning, collaborative achievement a track driven by a subtle, prolonged beat switch and a rap dynamic with Quavo, each exchanging ad-libs and quotables with ease similar to the whole of Migos.
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