The one-liners steal the present right here, which is an effective job as a result of the sonic course of Every little thing I Thought It Was is in every single place, veering between a steamy, brooding rip-off of The Weeknd’s signature sound, to high-pass filter laden nu-disco (No Angel) and clumsy makes an attempt at harnessing Afrobeats (Flame) to the overwrought orchestral balladry of Alone, and the simpering croon of its fairly procedural nearer Circumstances. “Generally you gotta put the automotive in reverse to go ahead,” he explains, sounding barely an excessive amount of like a driving teacher.