But it is by many lengths his best album, and the first one that gets closest to hitting an elusive sweet spot where his music works as mindless fun while still leaving you just enough to chew on. Big Sean has an appeal, but that is not it.ĭark Sky Paradise, his newest, does not wholly shed his aspirations for a certain level of legitimacy, as the nonsensical but very official-sounding title would implicate. Where Sean’s debut Finally Famous was blandly listenable but anonymous-with its big hits driven by guests Chris Brown, Kanye West and Nicki Minaj- Hall of Fame felt like an overcorrection meant to position him as a rapper’s rapper, the kind of guy who you tune into to focus on lyrics.
Too little of that persona was present, though, on his weirdly dour and entirely too serious second album. He is the class clown of rap, entertaining or annoying seemingly at random, but just witty enough that he’s enjoyable to have around. Music’s "Mercy"-"ass-quake," "ass-state," "ass-tray"-are his most quintessential lyrics: funny and stupid in not-quite equal measures, but memorable in their shameless goofiness. He is good at being dumb, even if sometimes he is too dumb. Over the course of his career, Sean has honed his on-mic personality into a charming sort of gleeful obnoxiousness. Hall of Fame was not just a problem commercially, but artistically as well.
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