They would fight, scream, chuck plates at one another… But the moment that they opened the door to the first guest, they HAD to put on a happy face, a unified front and be the perfect hosts. He said that he and his wife would, without fail, incessantly argue whilst preparing for a dinner party. My English teacher at school taught me a valuable lesson once. This is entirely understandable, but there is just one problem.
The man himself has attempted to distance himself from the construction, with a plethora of interviews in which he will tell anyone that cares to listen about how he struggles to separate the “process” from the album. You assume that, following all the recent shenanigans of Lupe Fiasco’s travails against the notoriously enslaving Atlantic Records, the protests, petitions, media meltdown and pro-Lupe interviews, that this review will be a carbon copy of what I wrote in the Big Boi “Sir Lucious Left Foot” one last year… There’s just one problem: Big Boi’s album was a straight classic, whilst “Lasers” is a complex, yet bizarrely enjoyable, mess.
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