Mac Miller – Jet Fuel (Swimming)
At first I was reticent about Mac Miller‘s confessional treatment of his musical agenda.
I sympathized with him like everybody else, but wasn’t sure I’d appreciate a full-on meditation centered on a failed relationship; that was before I gave the album a discernible shot.
Going in, I knew that Swimming would sink or swim off the strength of its metaphors, and truth be told: I don’t think I chose the wrong grading system.
Of all the solipsistic records on Swimming, “Jet Fuel” feels like one of the better realized euphemisms, perhaps because the material can be interpreted differently depending on the person.