Auntie Diaries, an otherwise commendable sermon of love for the transgender community, was pockmarked by deadnaming and slurs. Whether you have bandwidth for the king’s blues is determined by how authentically Lamar’s self-reflection rings.īut other contradictions made Mr Morale harder to love.
Whitney Alford, his long-term partner, braids the record’s interstitial passages, massaging breakthroughs or chiding his “dancing around the conversation” (which explains the frequent sound of tap shoes on hardwood). Your activism is fraudulent, your subscription to moral binaries is false, you’re ugly underneath that mask worst of all, you still look up to me?Įven in a crowded field of musicians reckoning with trauma, Mr Morale still stands out for Lamar’s deeply attuned, perceptive and often unflattering storytelling. The great challenge inherent in Mr Morale is that Lamar is constantly wriggling on his chaise, rolling out barbed wire to not only prevent the listener from getting too close, but purposefully entangle them. In one sense, the premise of the record made that inevitable.
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