Trippie Redd's "A Love Letter To You three" Review

Trippie Redd’s debut mixtape, A Love Letter to You, was a shrill, agonized autopsy of teenage love. Uninhibited histrionics and grandiose guarantees of ceaselessly— a corpse that wouldn’t be left to relaxation. And it got here on the good second. Lil Uzi Vert had primed the radios for fried vocal melodies, and Trippie Redd’s dozens of SoundCloud friends have been making emo angst palatable once more. What adopted was an ascent that, even by SoundCloud requirements, was explosive and unpredictable. By the tip of the yr Trippie Redd had hopscotched from Internet hits with XXXTentacion, to radio hits with Travis Scott, to a tour with G-Eazy.

In the vacuum created by the deaths of XXXTentacion and Lil Peep, Trippie Redd is maybe SoundCloud’s greatest crossover star. His debut album, Life’s a Trip, was an effort at consolidating that standing and at pushing the ascent even larger, although the scattered venture prompt like he could be dropping inertia. Yet, simply three months since that venture’s launch, Trippie Redd returns to snug kind. He’s again with the candy, sugary melody and his concepts about love are unchanged.

This mixtape is opened by the latest single “Topanga”, a tune whose upbeat, stagey manufacturing is harking back to the Diplo-produced monitor, “Wish.” Thematically, “Topanga” is more true to Trippie Redd’s earlier fashion. Violence is a elementary part to the romantic theses of his Love Letter sequence, so it’s solely applicable that he start the album with some harsh phrases for the numerous imagined and actual enemies that encompass him. The venture ceaselessly returns to that— violence and paranoia, a lot of it rooted in love. As on the tune “Toxic Waste,” the place Trippie Redd implores for any little bit of intimacy, singing “Even although it isn’t wholesome/Won’t you assist me?”

Trippie Redd can’t appear to search out a solution to that ache: Is it his personal poisonous power, or these hoes, “Oh, these hoes.” On songs like “I Tried Loving” and “Negative Energy,” it’s largely the latter. And possibly as a result of turning the blame on conniving ladies has at all times been probably the most uninteresting custom of rap music, Trippie Redd’s moments of distrust shortly grow to be boring and shallow. Unlike visitor characteristic Kodie Shane, who thoughtfully attributes her mistrust to the “demons following [her]”, Trippie Redd’s efforts at self-reflection collapse to the unhappy picture of a youngster weltering in a haze of medicine and alcohol.

It’s true, although, that an entire constellation of ugly feelings encompass love. Trippie Redd’s ex-girlfriend gave him lots to be distrustful about when she publicly infected his beef with Tekashi 6ix9ine. And when Trippie Redd says, loudly and plainspoken, “I hate you, I hate you, bitch, however I really like you, bitch,” on the mixtape’s central interlude, it’s troublesome to resolve how a lot is a commentary on these complicated feelings, and the way a lot is simply misogyny. A brief reply is that teenage love is loud, typically confused, and inelegant. Many of the raps on this mixtape are constructed on a single verse and a refrain, capturing that circling insistent gyre of ideas that eat an individual in heartbreak. The drawback is that there are too lots of these tracks. The energy of Trippie Redd’s music is that he can sing unironically about all of the tacky, tempestuous moods love evokes. His voice is at all times on the verge of splitting open, so earnest which you could’t ignore the urgency, however he’s overdone that approach on this mixtape to the purpose that he begins sounding like every other whiny teenager. Brief, intense moments just like the tune “So Alive” salvage that melodrama. Over a Nellz beat woozy with destructive area, Trippie Redd describes a love so redeeming it might save him from suicidal urges, and so transferring that he would die for her. He trades mortality for mortality.

But as magical as love might be, additionally it is wounding and petty. And that’s the defining tone of this mixtape. The eponymous monitor isn’t any love letter, it’s a sequence of threats to Trippie Redd’s posers and challengers. What type of love is outlined by its opposition?