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[IGORTyler, The Creator] Review
When I heard Tyler's Scum Fuck Flower boy properly for the first time I was on a long drive. And as Tyler rapped and sung about various things that plagues his mind, his music spoke more than he ever could. For the first time I had heard music whic was able to emulate exactly what Loneliness feels like. Flower Boy was about many things, but the sheer loneliness oozing out of Tyler's Synth symphonies is what made Flower Boy such a beautiful and personal album. It is still my goto album whenever everything goes south.
So how does one top something as perfect as Flower Boy. After all Tyler himself says Flower Boy had everything in place, the beats were clear, the features were sorted, there was no way that it could go wrong. The answer is simple: You don't top Flower Boy. Flower Boy was about loneliness and that is a perfectly calculated feeling. You know when you are lonely. You can understand loneliness. But you can't understand love. Love is mayhem, Love is chaos. This can be heard in certain parts of Flower Boy too. But that' the early stage.
Real Love can be like falling into Tartarus. An absolutely maddening unending experience. And that is what Tyler decided to make an album about. That is exactly what IGOR tries to make us feel. It defines and describes the haunting feeling of obsession and infatuation. After all love is not just flowers. There is a dark side of toxicity that is always there when you start getting attracted to someone. Tyler hits perfectly at exactly that. IGOR explores the dangerous side of romance by following an entire journey of falling in love and then breaking it off. The synths are abhorrent but yet so good, it pulls you in just like the person you start obsessing over when you fall in love. IGOR grows on you. Faster than fungus on stale bread. It numbs you. It tantalizes and immobilizes you.
Right now Flower Boy still stands as a superior album, but given time to grow IGOR might just turn to be the better album.
IGOR perfectly captures not only love, but disdain. Pure heartwrenching disdain.
Overall it's a rigorous ride and an acquired taste for people know the disdain of falling in love