Stop trying to overthink this.
There is a new Tyler, the Creator album, and the only thing you’re meant to do is dance along.
No narrative interludes to pick apart, no character-based storylines, no eight-minute tell-alls, and no three-parters.
Please leave that half-baked thinkpiece in your drafts (“None of that deep shit!”).
On Don’t Tap the Glass, Tyler embraces the kineticism of his past work and fuses it with the free-flowing moods of regional stylings. From the bionic suave of his native Los Angeles, to the buoyant rhythms of the Midwest and Dirty South, Tyler’s most concise record (just 10 songs, 28 minutes) dips and dabbles in sounds outside of his self-contained incubator.
Here are five takeaways on Pitchfork.com from Don’t Tap the Glass
