For the first 40 minutes of Migos' Culture II, the Atlanta trap-rap trio's combative, aspirational mantras of jet-set consumption achieve such a stark, staccato groove that the music almost becomes meditative – the kind of stupefyingly decadent reverie that gets you "lost in the sauce," to paraphrase trap forefather Gucci Mane.
But, then, something startling happens. On the
This article originally appeared on www.rollingstone.com: Review: Migos Deliver An Epic, Hypnotic Inventory Dump on ‘Culture II’