I'm on the fence about Contra.
I've listened to it over and over and over again. And I can't quite peg it. But something is wrong with it. I dunno. Maybe attacking me first out the gate by rhyming horchata and balaclava isn't the way to get me to like you. Yes, you're smart. Don't flaunt it.
But then there are songs like California English and the Diplomat's Son, brimming with Afro Caribbean beats and funk. Don't even get me started on Cousins. That is how you make a pop song people.
But I feel like every other song puts me in a bad 80s movie. Maybe I'm asking too much.
Whatever it is, I can't stop listening to it. Buy at your own caution.
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