After the release of the acclaimed Rodeo back in 2015, it seemed like Travis Scott was the on his way to become one of the best in the buisness. Three years and two albums later, it looks a bit different. Neither one of those follow-up releases came even close to matching his debut. Astroworld was meant to be different: the big, ambitious album that proves that Rodeo wasn’t a fluke, and establishes Travis as a major player on the scene. Well, it did one of those things.
The biggest flaw of Astroworld is that it sits on the fence between artistic credibility and the desire to top the charts. Travis took the Drake route: the album has 17 tracks, is almost an hour long and features a ton of features (Frank Ocean, Kid Cudi, The Weeknd, Quavo and Takeoff… and the list goes on and on). It looks kind of exciting on paper, but in reality the album offers very little to justify such a long runtime. The best tracks here are the two opening and two closing tracks (especially Houstonfornication). But among 13 tracks inbetween these, it’s really hard to find anything compelling. Skeletons and 5% Tint are pretty dope, and so is Stop Trying To Be God (a James Blake feature automatically makes a song 100% better), but the rest is mostly filler (Butterfly Effect or NC-17). Luckily, there are almost no songs that are complete trash, with the exception of Wake Up. So yeah, you can say that Astroworld keeps a somewhat steady level. But the same thing could be said about Drake’s Scorpion, so I guess that’s not really a compliment.
There are some cuts here that could potentially make a decent 6-7 song EP, but that doesn’t diminish the fact that there’s a shitload of filler on Astroworld. Listening to it in its entirety feels like an exhausting chore. It’s a shame really, because I still think that Travis Scott is an extremely talented rapper. I would love to hear him do a focused, short but sweet album in the vein of Kanye’s most recent efforts. Meanwhile, Astroworld could very well be Travis’ most commercially succesful album, but that bloated mess of a record feels like an artistic flop.
5/10