Did you know that speakers can be sick? I didn’t either, but thirty seconds into Rebirth every tweeter and woofer was vomiting in disgust and all the while my stereo edged closer to the window in the hope it could plummet ten stories down and take this truly awful album with it. Everybody’s favourite robot-voiced rapper Lil’ Wayne has squeezed out this rock-rap album just before he begins his prison sentence (for gun crime of all things, not for this album, surprisingly) and it’s genuinely worse than you could ever imagine. There isn’t a genre worse than rap-rock and there isn’t a rap-rock album worse than this. Lil’ Wayne’s cherry on top of his trademark Autotune vocoder vocals on every word of every lacklustre track, putting the nail in the coffin of a genre that was stillborn to begin with.

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