If you never had much faith in Tyler, the Creator’s musical abilities, now would be the time to listen to his newest album “Wolf” and bask in the glitter of his cleaner, more jazzier production. The keys are prettier, the drums are grimier, and the verbal spray gets ass-deep in absurdity. The only source of annoyance is that his new personal discontent has shifted from relatable teenage alienation to forced look-at-me-I’m-famous-but-unhappy ramblings. But if you don’t like anything he’s saying, the raps are cool and the beats are top-shelf. The commercial byproduct of a racially-confused, horny young dude’s explosive imagination, “Wolf” heaves with angst and is majestic as morning piss. 

Grade: B-

Sounds best when: You’re 16 and crushing hard on someone

99-cent download: “IFHY”

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