In fact, it’s mid. Horribly mid.
I don’t say that to “hate” on Logic. He’s a local dude and I always love the fact that he’s (usually) so damned passionate about his art (sometimes to the point of saying off-the-wall stuff and having to backtrack and/or explain away confusion about his thoughts). I don’t say that as someone who disagrees with his success. Never that.
Congrats to Logic for getting on the Bestseller’s List. Congrats to him for getting a Rick and Morty cameo. Congrats to him for probably having another album that does numbers in Confessions, regardless of what I think of it.
However, I say that Confessions is weak as a guy who’s followed Logic’s moves for the better part of the past decade or so. I was one of those people who followed him from when he was just another “DMV/local rapper nigga” who performed in College Park to now.
Since Everybody dropped, I saw the signs that Logic was heading into a territory few artists escape from: he was becoming a victim of his own success. Now, don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed YSIV (in fact, I said that “Logic delivered” on that project). I thought it was better than Everybody because it didn’t dwell (as much) on his “I’m biracial, so I don’t belong in your boxes” persona. He wasn’t trying to put himself up on a pedestal as a savior, instead just opting to drop music. But, the signs were still there, even as I liked that project.
Logic was more jaded, more confused about where he wanted to go as an artist or a person, desiring to be more pop-friendly while still trying to appease to everyone. In becoming more, we got less. He was growing up, but somehow staying stagnant. He was rapping and rapping his ass off, but still didn’t say much of substance (a problem I had with his Eminem-assisted “Homicide”).
Things haven’t been the same since Everybody dropped. There’s been an element missing from Logic’s work. All in all, it’s just not fun anymore. I don’t mean fun as in “oh, we’re turning up tonight” fun. No, when I listened to TITS or Under Pressure or even the Bobby Tarantino tapes, I had fun listening. Even at his corniest, I still found a couple lines where I said “damn, Bobby can spit.” However, over the past few years, listening to Logic has become more and more of a chore and less of a leisurely activity. Logic can still spit, but it hits different these days. Ultimately, Confessions is one of those albums that seems, like Logic himself, it doesn’t know where it wants to go and that brings it down.
Does it want to be another love letter to old Logic fans? Does it want to be Logic’s version of KOD with its use of trap beats and styles? Does it want to chastise turn-up music while still turning up? Does it want to serve as a parody of modern rap? Does it want to be clickbait to get people talking about the “values” of the album? Does it want to uplift? Does it want to have fun with its Will Smith and Wiz Khalifa appearances? It just doesn’t know and, for me, it led to a confusing experience with few answers to my questions.
Once it was over, I didn’t feel the need to run it back again for fun (I’d done so a few times already to write this review to get more of a writer’s eye for it). I didn’t feel the need to delete it and call Logic a pandering jackass. I didn’t feel anything aside from “damn, Logic fell way the fuck off.” Sorry for cussing.
That’s the worst thing for me, feeling just about nothing after a project aside from apathy and sadness for what could’ve been. Hell, I would’ve preferred the album be horrible than just “okay, that was a thing.” At least then, I could’ve written more about how trash it was. I probably would’ve had more fun that way.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Logic isn’t for me anymore. He’s still a fundamentally sound rapper. But, the overall package has become parodic to the point of confusion. He has become the equivalent of someone constantly saying “rise and grind” on Twitter. He’s that guy who offers seemingly good surface advice and pick-me-ups, but has that advice falter when you look at it hard enough.
I reiterate, I don’t say this as a person who dislikes Logic. I say it as a man who was there from the beginning. I say this as a man who’s concerned that an artist I once championed has lost his artistic way–at least on the rapping side of things.