By Odeisel

Kid Cudi is a whirlwind of emotion and his debut album Man On The Moon: The End Of Day was an aural representation of that. In the short time he’s been in the spotlight, he’s managed to take his music where few in Hip-Hop have gone. His infusion of stoned out Emo-Hop has endeared himself to all who drink their pain away and slit their arms in aimless melancholy. He remains true to this lane on the newly released “Mojo’s So Dope.”

In a world where post adolescent angst is used to artificially create connection and every other day you have some pop star claiming that they were going to commit suicide, and that their life, which appears glorious to fans, is really the worst curse they could have, it’s refreshingly disturbing (or disturbingly refreshing) to see someone genuinely connect with their inner demons. It’s not that you don’t wish him well or that he find a better outlet for his problems before he gets out of hand, it’s just that you at least get the feeling that you aren’t being sold.

Delivery-wise, his mojo is still working as his smooth, melodic, utterings come off half-garbled yet clearly discernable. “We give a fuck about your lifestyle, we live this shit” speaks to the legions of crying imitators whose rantings lack the ring of truth. Cudi makes it known that his pain and his outrages are genuine, recalling his alcohol powered remedies for is troubles even before he was legal drinking age. Watching his path in the short time in the spotlight, you always get a sense watching him that the next flare-up could be the big one and that these scuffles with fans will eventually escalate into something more damaging. Cudi prays for those who are lost to get out of the trap because of the effects on those who love them.

The production is characteristically somber and conveys that lonely air that Cudi has mastered, with echoed ambient noise that rings with a hollow feel. The drum is a quickly paced thump, without the company of high-hats, sounding like someone banging on a table for attention. There is also a sparse piano on the chorus.

While other artists sell a façade, Cudi appears to be the genuine article. His artistic mojo is indeed still intact as is his ability to convey his tortured soul. The only problem is whether or not someone should intervene.

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