He's a hollow rapper with no unique trait or style. He drifts through songs such as "Love You/How I'm On It" and "Young King" with no real concept of flow or knowing when to change tone.

This is just a lot of well produced but unenjoyable noise.

The result is simply not up to par.

For me personally their sound isn't progressive any more--it's regressive.

These are two-minute tracks that largely veer all over the place – cohesion, concept, and artistry go out the window here.

Taking into account the fact that there is probably 15-20 minutes worth of actual Kool Keith verses on this release it is completely unacceptable that this is being passed off as a full album.

Much like the Starbucks menu name she goes by, Ice Spice has a product that’s easily digestible, but ultimately throwaway.

It will forever tarnish everything you ever liked about him, as you will suddenly view him as an eccentric crackpot who is more interested in making "Paper Bubbles" than good music.

Beach House EP is cringeworthy, brainless hip hop at its worst.

Every single cliche held dear with the English language appears to have been right-click-Synonymed here.

We get predictable rock-rap joints like "I Need Church" and "Dead Man's Shoes"; embarrassing skits involving Robbie Williams; abysmal jokes at other celebrity targets; saccharin singles like "Lullaby" (which retreads most of "Read All About It") and "Little Secrets"; getting outshone on your own song by the Rizzle Kicks ("Name In Lights"); ripping off The Streets' old shit ("Fast Life"); a surprisingly soulful joint that clearly ended up on the wrong album ("Not Your Man"); the sound of a rapper all but giving up ("Shadow of the Sun") and subsequently ruining dope instrumentals like the title track.

It's hip, it's slick, it's polished, and it's an utter waste of time.

He can literally sleepwalk his way through a Trap House album. He does here.

Boy tries to stretch his simple repetitive beat production style across an entire album and it fails miserably.

This is, quite handily, so much of precisely "what is wrong with hip hop today"--tidily sequenced into an hour of mind numbing idiocy.

It's an album with no direction, no cohesion and a striking lack of energy.

She manages to not get completely steamrolled in her duets with YG and Lil Yachty and even interlocks tightly with Asian Doll on "Affiliated." The problem with the Bhad Bhabie project, of course, was never to teach her how to rap, it was negotiating an acceptable approach to appropriating the cultural codes of rap. And in that regard 15 is the expected embarrassment.

"Occasion" is an abomination by all standards, but that it comes from such a respected entity as Kidz in the Hall makes it even more inexcusable.