When I Get Home: Solange executed the perfect elevator music

Pulling straight out of her Houston influences, Solange’s latest ‘When I Get Home’, is an ode to the city with no limits. Detailing the narrative to revisiting the third ward, Solange reimagined the prominent hip-hip culture of the city and envisioned it into her own paradise. Concluding the aftermath of exploring the New Orleans inspirations on ‘A Seat At The Table’, it’s follow up is a homecoming for the Texas native. But, as a sweet escape back home, it reminds us that Solange’s comfort zone is reliant on half baked ideas and makes us confess, are we just listening to Solo because she’s Beyoncé’s sister?

Browsing through reactions to the album, I came across a comment that said “When I Get Home sounds like Playboi Carti for people that like slam poetry”, and honestly, that’s the best way to define the album. It’s exactly that, an intimate live lounge experience sculpted upon elevator music through the lens of a mainstream artist, that is deemed to be “experimental”, when all it is, is a pretentious artsy-fartsy album that reeks of desperation to avoid the standards of a mainstream society. The lack of melodies, rich textures, and stronger lyrics makes you question if it was created with that intention, the delivery is weak, the shock value is gone, and the replayability is nonexistent . But that’s what Solange wants us to think, and instead, it’s just a basic ode to Bjork and the avant-garde sound. As it lacks appeal to keep you enticed, the albums finest moments are the Easter eggs throughout the album. The unconstructed-constructed trend in music leaves us on the edge of our seat, waiting for the next beat switch or seemly transition, but on an album that’s reliant on those little extras, it leaves no desire to listen to the album as a whole

It’s time to stop considering every other album as a “grower”, let's be honest, the album you desperately want to like, just isn’t that good. You would think after Solange’s two year voyage back home, the album would’ve been completely different than a bunch of indecisive ideas conceptualized upon a rehash of themes, visuals, and sounds

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