What sets Matangi apart from // / Y / is that this record’s highlights are also career highlights. The lyrics are occasionally solid, but at their worst, they suffer from her familiar combination of conspiracy theories and wobbly rhymes: “I don’t often Twitter / They still see me as a threat-er” (“Lights”) “Brown girl, turn your shit down / You know America don’t wanna hear your sound … Looking through your Instagram, looking for a pentagram … Let you into Super Bowl / You tried to steal Madonna’s crown” (“Boom”). Half the songs change direction abruptly in mid-stream the tempos shift constantly the album’s prettiest melody (“Come Walk With Me”) saunters gaily along before being completely upended by a sped-up, batshit Bollywood breakdown some of its best music is undercut by its worst lyrics or, in the case of “Boom-Skit,” lasts for only 75 seconds and the best rapping of her career (“Bring the Noize”) is paired with a cardiac-arrest beat. Which isn’t to say Matangi is a smooth ride.
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