Hence, the title Rodeo. Songs like “Wasted,” “Maria I’m Drunk,” and “Antidote” feel like cautious odes to overindulgence more than condoning nihilistic behavior. Much like Kanye’s Yeezus, an album Travis Scott was all over, Rodeo is filled with dark synths, darker context, and a generous brush of Auto-Tune. And it sounds equally good whether you’re wilding out with your friends or chilling by yourself in the dark.
The Book of La Flame. “Real soon.” That’s when Astroworld is coming-- at least,, it was. Scott has played the pushback card before with the release of every new album. Viewing all of that in hindsight though, and having a trove of Travis content at our fingertips, I’ve realized that you’ve just gotta trust the process. Is going to have incredible music. Travis Scott is going to have incredible merch.
Travis Scott is going to have incredible videos. And Travis Scott is going to ride the coolest flying bird prop you’ve ever seen. As a matter of fact, Travis Scott is going to ride the only flying bird prop you’ve ever seen. It’s also natural for Travis to use “real soon” because that’s what he himself has been hearing this whole time. Sure, some tell the tale that he ascended overnight (he didn’t), but at the same time Travis hasn’t necessarily had the means to accomplish all the things he envisions just yet. There’s a of Travis at ’s house in New York watching what we can assume to be a version of the “90210” music video. Travis gets bright eyed and leans forward on the couch, chains dangling, blunt in hand, and screams: “If we had bread dog!?
We over here beggin’ niggas like ‘Dog, please, man, trust me!’” Travis has always had the highest of aspirations, and it’s taken some time for those visions to manifest. That’s what the whole concept behind “birds in the trap,” signifies in the first place. Travis wants to sing, and he wants to fly free, but he feels enclosed. He wants autonomy, but he feels restricted. But while the ideas are enormous, they aren’t out of reach. Eventually we may actually see a La Flame performance entrenched within an amusement park. And hypothetically speaking, if Ye wins in 2020, Travis can basically do whatever the hell wants.
In the meantime, we can only fiend for La Flame’s upcoming release, and tune in/turn up to what we already have before us. Here are top twenty five Travis Scott songs, although, it’s bound to change “real soon.”. On paper this shit might be the best song on Rodeo.
Let’s review the facts: big bro on the feature,,, and Noah Goldstein co-producing, and Nabil Elderkin behind the lens for the visuals. Oh, and then there was also that creepy-ass Mos Def cameo where he was mobbing up in a tree. It was even rumored that during the recording process. On the other hand, I can’t ignore a few pervading irks with this track: • Once again we’ve fallen victim to a half-assed verse from Ye (cc: “Jukebox Jams”). • This honestly sounds a lot like some B-Side Yeezus (cc: valiant attempts at cross-genre exploration) • The more I listen to this track, the more I’m led to believe Ye has a pee fetish (cc: PornHub) And yeah, Trav’s verse does kinda sound like a regurgitated 16 over a rock track with a couple of lean references, but Scotty’s energy fits that of the song much more than Ye. As a whole, the track showcases the type of raw energy that Travis has now trademarked, two projects in. At first listen, “Uptown” is the animalistic alpha of Trav’s Owl Pharaoh debut.
The Trap Lord makes an appearance, and while Ferg’s verse is rather forgettable aside from some clever Greek life word play (“My fraternity is the burna heat, I’m a Kappa n*gga with the AK-ay”), the collaboration between the two seems organic. ’s bars stand valiant, but it’s the Wondagurl beat and Travis’ confidence that command the most attention. According to Wondagurl, she made the beat with original plans of it being a but the GOOD Music prez passed and Trav was left with a beast. A hulking, chopped up Bollywood sample dominates the track along with an 808 and a steady rain of hi hats. Trav sounds demonic at the birth of verse two when he spits “‘Damn you gorgeous,’ tell me sumn i don’t know, dice on the corner with the lights low, got the base in my sock, fuck the 5-0.” At the time, this was a young lonely stoner from suburban Houston portraying himself as this candy paint dripping slum lord.