#T pain epiphany album songs plus

Whilst this album doesnвЂ™t necessarily indicate it, call it a hunch or a simple old-fashioned gut feeling, but I think that T-Pain could end up being a hugely significant artist in the next decade вЂ“ if he continues he present upwards trajectory. And that is an admirable trait for one SO young (22) already on his second full-length. He produces, sings, rapsвЂ¦ He probably staples the liner notes too. What I really admire about T-Pain is that he does it, for the most part, himself вЂ“ at no point do you think that he needs the guests on there (who could out-guest him anyway?).

#T pain epiphany album songs plus

Plus he wouldвЂ™ve sold gazillions.Д«ut that is merely the idol conjecture of a fan/critic вЂ“ he produces a solid album, and sets himself up nicely for a massive third LP, which, judging by current form, should be the one that makes him as big as his boss, Akon. Part of me wishes that he had kept some of those songs for himself вЂ“ it is scary to imagine that вЂњEpiphanyвЂќ or his next LP could have contained: Flo RidaвЂ™s вЂњLow.вЂќ Or Chris BrownвЂ™s вЂњKiss Kiss.вЂќ Or Kanye WestвЂ™s вЂњGood Life.вЂќ Or PliesвЂ™ вЂњShawty.вЂќ Or FabolousвЂ™ вЂњBaby DonвЂ™t Go.вЂќ With that selection added to his second album, it would have undoubtedly launched and cemented him as a true international superstar. Perhaps the only thing that really (retrospectively) hurts this album is T-PainвЂ™s success as a featured guest вЂ“ within the last year, he really has locked the guest hook game down and made it his own. Whilst not really being worth much of an intense listen, it is perfect background music вЂ“ and doesnвЂ™t really flag at any point, other than his quite ridiculous ode to stomachs on вЂњYo Stomach.вЂќ As for subject matter, diversity is the name of the game вЂ“ whether it be the good times (вЂњBuy You A DrankвЂќ), the bad times (HIV story вЂњSuicideвЂќ), the sexy times (вЂњBack SeatвЂќ вЂ“ no explanation necessary) or clever concepts (the excellent almost Bowie-esque вЂњTime MachineвЂќ), they all do the job effectively enough. The production he lays down is certainly solid and consistent throughout.

His half-singing/half-rapping is much more effective, whilst his Auto-Tuned (not Vocoder, slap on the wrist for me) voice does grow charming. To be perfectly honest, his rapping isnвЂ™t the best вЂ“ lyrically he is perfectly competent, and has improved since his debut, but he simply doesnвЂ™t have a natural voice for it. That isnвЂ™t to say that there lies a stack of massive hits on here, but it displays a genuinely creative artist/producer that is entering вЂњthe zone.вЂќ On the old вЂњNBA JamвЂќ when a player was on such a hot streak that he was вЂњon fire,вЂќ this is T-Pain lining up the shot that sets him alight. The album certainly makes good on the promise his pretty solid debut, and it is to the credit of вЂњEpiphanyвЂќ that if you werenвЂ™t aware of the singles, вЂњBuy You A DrankвЂќ would have blended in quite seamlessly with the rest of the tracks on here. You see, вЂњEpiphanyвЂќ went to the top of the Billboard charts, even beating RihannaвЂ™s slow-burning gigantosaurus вЂњGood Girl Gone Bad.вЂќ It hasnвЂ™t sold a truly stellar amount, considering how prolific a guest artist he has since become вЂ“ perhaps we have here an artist that values making a consistent album from start to finish rather than an average one with one hot single. They were right to push him just that bit further. So he went away, probably in a huff, and subsequently made вЂњBuy You A DrankвЂќ вЂ“ which turned out to be a mega-single. T-Pain recently admitted that he finished his sophomore album, presented it to his record company, and they вЂњrequestedвЂќ a finger-snapping first single. They started talking and hit it off вЂ“ thus, justifying my shameless actions. He protested, he resisted вЂ“ but my superior height and weight advantage enabled me to shove him far enough. For example, I recently had to physically push my (never otherwise) shy friend in the direction of a good-looking girl that had been checking him out. Sometimes we are caught in between what we want to do, and what others think is best.