He's dabbled in woozy pop, fuzzy drug rap and bleak bass mumbles. But on The WIZRD, his seventh album and latest in a frenzied flurry of releases, Future's worked out what he does best: monotonous, robotic, mind-numbing trap rap.
That might make The WIZRD sound completely unenjoyable. At times, it is. Listened to as a whole, the album's 20 tracks soon begin to blur into one another, each sluggish tune morphing straight into the next, each attempting to be as unenjoyable as possible while lulling you into a depressing haze.
"On the G4, Fendi my clothes, travel the globe", the Atlanta rapper monotones on Jumping on a Jet, a song that makes international travel sound completely and utterly tiresome.
Later, when Future raps, "We say it's up / Then it's up / Perfect timin' / Dropped a diamond in my cup", it sounds like he needs a good doctor and a prescription for Xanax.