Logic has been a polarizing figure in hip-hop since his entry as a young Gaithersburg native performing in College Park. The thirty-year-old father-and-streamer-to-be has as many detractors as he does stans. It’s almost magical how most rap fans fall into either the “Logic dope AF” or the “Logic corny AF” camp.
Me? Me, I acknowledge he can rap–and rap his ass off. His concepts are pretty cool. He’s amazing to his fans. However, I’d be lying if I said his constant dwelling on his ethnic background, constant rehashing new-era boombap vibes done better by others, sometimes preachy nature and his not doing the whole “you can’t box me in” thing all that well didn’t make me sad. Logic had a lot of potential and, at times, he didn’t reach the lofty goals set by himself nor his fans. He, like many artists from the late-2000s and early-2010s, didn’t make as big of a mark as we initially thought he would. But that’s life. Not everything works out the way we think it will.
Enter his last album, No Pressure, a 15-track sendoff to his career. I let this one marinate a few times during the day, since I didn’t want to be accused of just one-listening the project.
A sequel to his first major album, Under Pressure, Logic does what he does well often and delivers a project that’s a fitting end to a sometimes uneven career. He’s in his bag on this project, coasting over beats that feel like the ’90s but still fresh. The boombap doesn’t impede on his progress here. Lyrically, Logic has never been that much of a slouch and that continues here. Overall, it’s a good, well-constructed farewell album.
However, this victory lap won’t win him any new fans.
Why? It’s not made to bring new audiences in. Instead, it’s made for those who rode with him through his Young Sinatra days–or even the ones who came in after his collaboration with Alessia Cara and Khalid on “1-800-273-8255.” That’s okay, though. Finales, as I’ve learned through recording Songs For… 2, aren’t about pulling every trick in the bag. They’re about bookending your journey, your legacy (regardless of how big or small it is). Look at The Black Album. Jay didn’t go in saying “let’s reinvent the wheel.” He went in, rapped his ass off, asked “What More Can I Say?” and said “this is (supposed to be) my last. Here’s how I want to go out–not how you think I should go out.” That’s not to say that the album is without its faults. There are plenty times where I wished a track ended before he started to ramble and/or rap just for the sake of rapping. That said, it’s decent at its worst and good-to-great at its best.
Not many artists get to go out on their own terms. Either they stay too long, get forced out (through one of several ways) or they just fade away. Logic did and that in itself makes me a fan of this one. It’s not perfect, but it gets the job done. Check out No Pressure below via Audiomack and remember to support dope music in all its forms and give your favorites their flowers while holding them accountable for a hiccup. Without his fans doing that, Logic may not have had no pressure when finishing this one up and it could’ve gone left–and quickly