It’s strikingly odd to see a Future album release without a single song from the Atlanta rapper dominating the airwaves. His eponymously titled fifth studio album also arrives without a single guest appearance—which means Future Hendrix is tasked with carrying a 17-track album on his own.
In some ways, he succeeds with his brand of trap music, Autotuning his way through the braggadocios “Rent Money” and the airy flutes of “Mask Off.” But if you’ve heard one Future project, you’ve heard them all, and much of the album traverses the usual drug-influenced subject matter. He’s a bit more focused here; his boasts feel formidable on the speaker-bursting “Poppin Tags,” his introspection welcome on “When I Was Broke.”
At 17 songs, the album does suffer from bloat. “Good Dope,” “Massage in My Room” and “Flip” could easily have been left off, considering the repetitiveness of their content. Future will need to push his brand someplace new next time out, before Future becomes a thing of the past.