![]() ![]() Orders will be held to ship all back ordered items together when they are all received in stock. Music Direct will not charge additional shipping for any back orders items. Music Direct will contact you with shipping charges for these addresses.Ĭustomers can choose an alternative expedited shipping method but it will not qualify for this free shipping offer. This offer is not included on any shipments to FPO/APO addresses. Music Direct reserves the right to change the terms of this promotion or discontinue this offer at any time. Music Direct reserves the right to select the carrier and ship method within the terms of this offer. This offer cannot be applied to previously placed orders. This offer also excludes Oppo, demos, closeouts/sale items and freight shipped items. **Orders must be at least $49, before tax, to qualify. *Ground shipping to the 48 contiguous states only (FPO/APO excluded). If you continue to see a shipping charge on your order, please check the exclusions listed below. When your order subtotal reaches $49 in the shopping cart the shipping charge for associated qualifying items will automatically be adjusted on your order. The protean energy that buoy their respective works are sadly absent.Place a qualifying order over $49* and receive FREE DOMESTIC GROUND SHIPPING. In a fatal irony, Huncho Jack’s liveliness tends to come from everywhere except Quavo and Travis Scott. ![]() The beats are as elegant as they are variegated, kicking off with Buddah Bless’ Otis Redding chop on “Modern Slavery” and veering into unexpected oceanic keys that add emotional depth to “Huncho Jack” and the crystalline “ Saint Laurent Mask,” which both feature Mike Dean’s touch. But like any Travis Scott album, it’s the sterling production that carries the project. ![]() Offset and Quavo are joyously vain in their shared verse on “Dubai Shit,” and Takeoff provides some welcome relief on “Eye 2 Eye” (“Flip it like it’s Five Guys, I’m Tupac, get all eyes”). Huncho Jack’s saving grace is often the supporting players. That he’s shooting banalities like, “Jump out this bitch: pogo, yeah” and, “Take that bar, no 3G” with lackadaisical delivery also shows a plain lack of ambition. But Huncho Jack’s star co-billing casts him as more of a frontman, where the spotlight continuously highlights his mediocre rhyming. On his albums, Travis covers his shortcomings by curating and cloaking himself in this kind of nocturnal sensibility, like a kid wearing a cape. Without Warning was compelling because 21 Savage’s deadpan voice was a catapult for Offset’s acrobatics. Joint projects often work best when the collaborators complement each other in ways that accentuate their abilities. They pop up like nervous ticks to ruin possible hits on the slithering “Dubai Shit” and the rugged “Motorcycle Patches,” adding irritation with every appearance Meanwhile, Travis too frequently settles for throwing echoes and ad-libs at Quavo, which is unfortunate because his “It’s lit” signature is an acquired taste at best. But here, he’s on autopilot, slowing himself down to match Travis’ staid presence, which creates some uncharacteristic clunkers on “Eye 2 Eye,” Quavo chants, “Real nigga, I/We see eye to eye” with the clumsy precision of a samurai who hasn’t realized his sword is no longer sharp. Quavo features work best when the surrounding cast and production mirror his natural effervescence. Rather, they have about the same amount of chemistry as two strangers attempting to draw some pleasantries out of dead air. Quavo and Travis don’t carry themselves as pals who’ve been working together for years. The potential is squandered on a 41-minute runthrough that rarely feels much more than extracurricular. ![]() But instead of being the trap-and-Auto-Tune “Auld Lang Syne” it ought to be by its December release, Huncho Jack is lethargic even for a victory lap. That dynamic, combined with the sheer momentum of their careers, gave some confidence in the possibilities of Huncho Jack, which was teased all throughout last year. Their big payoff came on the Young Thug-featuring jewel “Pick Up the Phone,” with Travis returning the favor by hopping on Culture’s oddly majestic “Kelly Price.” The two highlights didn’t place the stars on equal footing, but using Travis’ gothic bent to ornament Quavo’s colorful presence was a solid formula. Quavo has been appearing on Travis’ projects since his 2014 mixtape Days Before Rodeo. ![]()
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