Her identity standing tall and alone, the reliability of KeiyaA's vocal performances grant her full access to toy with the parts that form neo-soul.

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After putting the whole world onto his bassy beats with 99.9%, BUBBA attempts to circumvent the sophomore slump with a more focused R&B direction.

Originally released alongside the more marketable Blonde, with Endless, Frank Ocean takes a confounding plunge into the avant-garde.

Tyler’s new record has a bewitching sense of mystery and alternative-dimensionality to it all, and finally shows that he’s not a rapper - he’s a creator.

In order to effectively channel his emotions after 2007’s Graduation, Kanye West abandoned rap altogether, instead grabbing autotune by both hands, and twisting it to create sublime but mechanised despair.

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