Unless you really enjoy music in commercials, you should avoid this disc.

Descriptors are hardly necessary for any of these songs because they're all a stone's toss from one another in pretty much every respect.

They start off well, though, with a trio of solid tracks.... The remaining tracks on the album are equally inoffensive, but they don't have the same half-minded unassuming appeal to help them glide along, and too often there's one too many head-in-your-hands cheesy lines thrown in.

Detractors have long said that Harris’ music is tailor made for background summer playlists you can ignore – listening to this project, it’s hard to disagree.

She enlists help from guest artists and DJs to encapsulate the past six years – but there’s no innovation or originality.

With a collection of songs largely indistinguishable from one another, this album exemplifies the struggle up-and-coming rappers currently face.

Lasers is more an indictment of the state of mainstream rap than anything. This is the absolute worst-case scenario of what can happen when commerce is placed above art, and in this instance it's especially offensive because Lupe is someone who doesn't need to bend over backward to be accessible.

Unfortunately it's largely downhill from here [after opener "Silence"].