Within the melancholy are frequent flashes of brilliance. Tracks like “Stuck In The Mud,” “AA,” and “Don’t Matter” take you all the way to the edge, and the only solace afforded you is knowing Rashad is doing better now. His sadness is palpable all over the album, but he expresses it beautifully. Rashad is more comfortable in the shadows, and he doesn’t offer much in the form of redemption or hope, only allowing brief glimpses of light and hope into his space. He’s nestled even deeper into the dark, somber mood of Cilvia Demo. Retro jazzy vibes meet Dirty South sensibilities as he flexes his malleability by singing, sing-song rapping, and spitting slick, introspective, skillful bars. Rashad could function as the sole Southern rep of Native Tongues just as easily as he fills the role for TDE. Though the excellent one-offs “ Smile” and “ i mean” didn’t make the cut, there is plenty of heat to go around on the 17-track behemoth. We’ve already heard “ Free Lunch” and “ Park,” and Rashad revealed a struggle with Xanax and alcohol as the reason for the two-year wait after his promising Cilvia Demo. The wait is finally over for The Sun’s Tirade, the proper full-length debut from TDE’s Southern delegate Isaiah Rashad.
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