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The dawning of Brat summer was an unprecedented frenzy that, in its complex intertwining with Kamala Harris and her doomed presidential campaign, almost completely drowned out the album’s sonically unparalleled and musically advanced knockout tracks. This needs to be corrected.
The original Brat, with its club classics and Von Dutch bangers evolved into an entirely remixed album – Brat and it’s Completely Different – with guests, musical experiments and club epics. Brat precluded boredom by courting audience participation.
Just as Brat’s “simply slime” aesthetic drew no visual cues (other than lurid evocation), so too did it provide a template which the music could interpret to dizzying effect.
It’s an ode to the messy yet relatable, the flossy and the flawed and deeply unforgettable. It’s the album that defined a year by siege, embossing its mark indelibly like some trashy club stamp.
