Sprinkle a bit of shimmery psychedelia over the whole damn thing, then slather on Rocky’s self-assured, effortless flow (which is in better shape than ever, probably because he plays with it so often - one minute, he’s bobbing on the beat the next, he’s lullabying a chorus). Some spooky Three 6 Mafia sparseness here, a shock of hyperactive electronic music there. Then again, they’re following a proven recipe.
So the fact that At.$AP is so unmistakably streaked, chopped, screwed, swirled, and stamped with Rocky’s own personal aesthetic is impressive. There are a whole lotta cooks in A$AP Rocky’s kitchen: five executive producers (including himself), plus a couple handfuls of other producers.
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