Harverd Dropout – Lil Pump
Harry
Seeing ‘I Love It’ on the track listing gave me the impression it wouldn’t exactly be filled with Bob Dylan-esque lyrical statements. However, Lil Pump’s album doesn’t claim to be that or try and be more than it is. It tries to be a collection of care-free songs that try to instantly entertain. In places, this album does it brilliantly. There were a collection of occasions where Zach and I were in pieces. Namely on “Off White”, “Vroom Vroom Vroom” and lets not forget ‘Patricia’ on “Stripper’s Name”. Sadly, I’m not 100% sure these moments were intentional and outside of these moments, Lil Pump’s bars are relentlessly irritating, which his frequent “OOO!”s almost trying to be worse than Travis Scott’s “Yeah!” Moreover, the lack of imagination in the beats seriously demonstrated how dead trap is becoming.
33/100
Zach
I think it was Gandhi who said “White Rice. Fortnice. Pew, pew, pew, pew. Red Light”… Oh wait no, sorry, it was Lil Pump. On Harverd Dropout, iconic proverbial wisdoms like that are plentiful, such as “I don’t know the bitch, but I know her stripper name *Patricia*”, and of course, the legendary “You’re such a fucking hoe, I love it.” Honestly, ‘I Love It’ sounds like Bohemian Rhapsody when put in the context of this absolutely dog-shit album. A few weeks ago, I described Ariana Grande’s new album as ‘trappy’, however compared to this it sounds like Beethoven’s fucking 9th Symphony. I am trying to be careful about not reviewing the genre as a whole instead of this album specifically, as it would be too easy to blame it on this wave of Soundcloud rap. But in any context, this album is fucking trash, and I question the genuine sanity of anyone who thinks it is good.
Spazzy McGee 