Deem Spencer remains hellbent on being unequivocally New York while completely paving his own pathway through the newfound underground noise. It’s like you can tell he’s Queens as hell, but he’s not bound by the lineage. pretty face plays something like an updated audiobook of 'Eternal Sunshine,' extending his universe outward toward even murkier territories as he sifts through the end of a relationship.
But this album doesn’t work to erase the pain from his memory; Deem would rather excavate these highs and lows for all their marrow, serving us another piece of him. When one dwells in the unexpected, it’s easy to become a caricature of oneself; Deem has yet to fall into that abyss and shows no signs of treading anywhere close.