Review Summary: Drab Lord
When you appear on kids shows and have a homemade porn tape, you can pretty much do whatever you want and fear no criticism. And the king of all things laid-back decided that one of his full-length blandfests is so important that it deserves to be accompanied by a full glorifying redux tape, released just a couple of days before the album itself. So does the side-mixtape justify its existence?
The Blue Carpet Treatment (Tha Album) is a hip-hop haemorrhoid. It’s pure ***, but it also makes you bleed and incredibly butthurt. The Blue Carpet Treatment (Tha Mixtape) is a vaccine. It takes a little bit of the infection itself and gets injected into you in a proper dosage, so that your body can learn how to fight it and develop immunity.
It’s a mixtape, so you can’t expect an actually cohesive collection. Best case scenario, a mixtape can have a sloppy, shaky, bumpy, inconsistent flow. But this dog can bite. Who would have guessed? As a whole, the mixtape doesn’t fall apart. In fact, each song has its own kind of punch and stylistic slickness. They’re not exactly bangers, but they do manage to get you excited for whatever is to come next.
So the album isn’t failing in flow. What then? It overstays its welcome, that’s what. It just keeps on going, even though the songs individually reach quality levels from acceptable to decent and the flow itself is fine. It suffers from the same problem every single mixtape ever made does.
It’s a bit too much of not enough of anything. You can’t expect to have 26 of songs not made to coexist cohesively, work together.
The whole mixtape is fine. That’s about as much as I can say about it. The songs are fine individually. They don’t bore, but they tire when put together. But that’s just Snoop for you, doing too much for no purpose or interest, whether anyone likes it or not.
