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NO REST FOR THE WICKED — MINI REVIEW First time listening to AZ Chike and I genuinely don’t understand the hype. The production is decent to good, but outside of the Tyler joints, nothing here sounds remotely cutting edge. The opening beat is a fucking nonstarter. The best way I can describe it is “cracc'd out murals.” 😭 Thankfully the production gets considerably better in the second half with "Wonder", “Negative,” “Packed Up,” “Uncomfortable Conversations,” etc. “Lamb Truck Keys” sounds like a Let God Sort Em Out leftover, so I’m assuming Pharrell made it. This would’ve been a hot Tyga song in 2012. “Sky Rockets” almost put me into a medically induced coma. It sounds like Vince Staples trying to imitate Tyler, The Creator without possessing the talent or personality that makes Tyler interesting. “God’s Favorite” is the first track that actually feels salvageable, but I’m not revisiting it unless I suddenly develop a passion for Remble with the bars removed. Lyrically, AZ Chike is a C-level rapper. Functional flow. Functional delivery. Absolutely nothing that sticks to your brain or your heart. I’m being serious when I say I think Blueface has better bars. He had ONE line that made me stop and think, “Okay, that was actually nice.” I have since completely forgotten what the line was. “Uncomfortable Conversations” is one of the better songs here, which makes the surface-level storytelling even more disappointing. And “Need Your Love” might be the most emotionless love song I’ve heard in my entire life. Vocally, AZ Chike is an inoffensively weak rapper. And I mean that as literally as possible. He can sit in the background, ride a beat, and carry a song without making you physically reach for the skip button. That’s a skill. But put him next to somebody with actual personality like Tyler or Game and he disappears immediately. “Rock Bottom” is probably his best vocal performance, but even there he sounds like West Coast YBN Cordae. Then we get to closer, “Hateful + Grateful,” which is another inoffensively average song. Passive-aggressive bars, nothing worth quoting, and an Ab-Soul shoutout that is somehow more interesting than the actual fucking song. Final verdict: This album is the musical equivalent of a restaurant where nothing tastes bad enough to send back, but you still leave wondering why the fuck you spent money there. AZ Chike has the technical ability to make songs. I just haven’t heard the artistic personality that makes me give a shit about them. 5/10.