Never gave Mick Jenkins a proper listen until now, but sure glad I did. Low-key with a boulder-sized chip on your shoulder, it’s melodic, but still bar-heavy like the bread scheme on Rug Burn is fire. Airing out frustrations on an intro that should be fearless and flipping “lost in the sauce” into something worth wishing for. The back half of the album eventually alternates between the dark liquor and clear water vibes more frequently or distinctly, finally facing your demons and not letting them become you.