Indigo proves Chris Brown should not be taken seriously as an artist

Chris Brown, in case you forgot, is a Virginian singer, rapper and dancer who has culminated into one of the most divisive and controversial figures of the 21st century. Brown exploded into the limelight, as a teenager, back in 2004 with his debut album, Chris Brown. The project was one of my first introductions to music as tracks like “Run It” and “Yo (Excuse Me Miss)” were streamed immensely over the mainstream radio waves in Los Angeles.  It set the stage for Brown to be the next global R&B megastar who had the voice, the personality, and the “it factor” to transcend national borders and musical generations. While Chris Brown has achieved that feat, he has done so in such a pretentious and unpalatable way that he has ostracized himself from the musical community and from a majority of people of similar background to him.

This decade has seen Chris Brown go from a beloved and admired musical talent to one of disgrace and disgust due to many personal life issues involving romantic interests. While the demand for Brown’s music never wavered, the quality of the product being put out by Brown seemed to mesh with his life outside of the studio. The 2010s have seen nothing but bland, rinse-and-repeat pop rap and R&B-flavored trap from the artist. “Look At Me Now” was his last major hit and that song has been out since 2011 and it’s only memorable due to a rabid and garbled verse from Busta Rhymes. If you go through every album in Brown’s discography from this decade, you are not going to much depth in any of them. F.A.M.E., Fortune, X, and Royalty may have a listenable track or two but none of them gain traction and transform into a cohesive unit of quality. In 2017, Brown chose to go off the rails with a 45-track(Yes, 45 tracks) project that wastes nearly three hours of everyone’s precious time. To find the best song on the album, you have to be willing to sacrifice your ears for 44 songs to get to the last track on the project, “Grass Ain’t Greener”. Brown decides to double down on the sinful length of an album with the newly released, Indigo. 

Indigo has the exact same problem as Heartbreak on a Full Moon: it is over two hours and all but one track is of zero competence. It is laughable how fast Brown’s career has dived off the cliff. The biggest concern is not even Chris Brown, himself, it’s his toxic fans who serve as apologists for his past and are blinded by attraction to convince us that his music is good. This album review comes off as more of a rant because I am fuming out of disgust after listening to another Chris Brown album that takes up a majority of my day and my disdain for Breezy has peaked. Thanks for nothing.

Richest Tracks: “Come Together”(Because of H.E.R.)

Worst Tracks: “Temporary Lover”, “Wobble Up”, “Natural Disaster/Aura”…yeah pretty much everything else

Rating: 0.5/10

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