review- playboi carti—whole lotta red
For Playboi Carti fans, 2020 can probably be summed up in two words: down bad. In the past year and a half following Carti’s promise of a new album coming “soon,” fans listened to snippets of Carti repeating “Homicide” for thirty seconds, simped over Iggy Azalea, and asked such existential questions like “Do you think Carti touches himself?” while impatiently waiting for a man who acted more like a legendary Pokémon to drop another album. False hope and crazed theories trying to crack the code of Carti’s tweets defined a wait that felt much longer than it was, thanks to Carti’s cryptic messaging and Kanye-esque refusal to be clear. But finally, Carti’s Instagram post of “Album.TuRneD iN.” in November felt like a breath of fresh air, some relief especially after such an objectively terrible year. And when the album finally dropped on a rainy Christmas day, I dropped my xbox controller and screamed in joy and relief, prompting my confused mother to ask if I had died again. Car