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Kendrick Lamar, "Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers" (Interscope)

This new Kendrick Lamar album feels so meticulous, so detailed, so star-core dense, you're going to need to clear some space in your head for it. Maybe start by trying to forget that you're eavesdropping on the theta waves of a generational voice, a Pulitzer Prize winner, a pitchman who once did protest cosplay for Reebok, a superstar who threatened to pull his music from Spotify after the streaming service momentarily removed R. Kelly from its playlists - or whoever else he might be in your memory right now. Don't think of this as a ceremonial lowering of expectations or a disbursement of free passes. Just make room.

Because in all of its vulnerability and virtuosity, Lamar's fifth studio album, "Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers," doesn't give the impression that it wants to be listened to with starry-eyed admiration so much as witnessed with human hyper-attention. Across 70-plus minutes, our narrator embarks on a scrupulous spilling of guts - heart and brain - rhyming about grief, mortality, ancestral trauma and survivor's guilt, all with a confessional intimacy that feels astrophysically vast. Even his tropey cash brags lean cosmic: "I bought infinity pools I never swimmed in."

That line comes during "United in Grief," an album starter that Lamar front-loads with rhetorical riddles before snapping into his outside voice. "I went and got me a therapist!" he shouts unexpectedly, as if leaning out the window - and every lyric that follows on "Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers" seems shaped by that decision. "Popping a bottle of Claritin/ Is it my head or my arrogance?" he asks, wondering whether he's grown allergic to his own ego before an anxious snare beat kicks in, prompting him to contemplate the side effects of "money wiping the tears away." His ultimate realization - "I grieve different" - becomes the song's refrain and the album's mantra.

How different, and different how? "You ain't felt grief till you felt it sober," Lamar explains on the album's penultimate track, "Mother I Sober," which uses the same internal-to-external-voice shift, only this time with paralyzing intensity. The song's central storyline begins with warm childhood memories quickly warped by a catastrophic misunderstanding: "Family ties, they accused my cousin: 'Did he touch you, Kendrick?'/ Never lied, but no one believed me when I said he didn't." In the next verse, Lamar recounts his mother eventually telling him that she was a victim of sexual assault, and that she was projecting "for my protection" - and now, "20 years later, trauma has resurfaced/ Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous."

Steadily, interior anxiety builds into outward anger, and his voice triples in size: "A conversation not being addressed in Black families/ The devastation haunting generations and humanity/ They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters/ Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other/ Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered." Here, it's everyone's turn to shiver.

As ever, Lamar has a profound understanding of how words can become music without sacrificing the power of either. Parallel to his sense of narrative momentum, the musical thrust of these songs is consistently rooted in the propulsion of his syllables - so much so that his producers don't always bother to add drums, leaving him to push his locomotive rhymes at the speed of thought. "I don't think like I used to," he raps in one drumless flash. "I don't blink like I used to." Throughout this album, thinking hard and thinking fast appear to be one and the same.

Yet, there are a few stray moments when his words fail to pin down his ideas. Lamar seems to have some vague, very-online-ish beliefs about "cancel culture" and "freedom of speech," and at one point he raps, "I think about Robert Kelly/ If he weren't molested, I wonder if life'll fail him," characterizing an alleged abuser as the victim instead of the powerless people whom that person allegedly abused. Maybe Lamar doesn't see it as one or the other. Or maybe he's rejecting the world's expectation for him to arbitrate between right and wrong.

He's clearly still working things out during "Auntie Diaries," a masterful piece of storytelling about the trans members of his family. "My auntie is a man now, I think I'm old enough to understand now," the song begins, with Lamar rhyming in his most delicate tones, contrasting happy memories of after-school pickups listening to DJ Quik in the car together against harsher recollections of the judgment of others. From verse to verse, he toggles between pronouns, symbolizing his family's slow acceptance of his uncle's identity - or at least that's what it seems like. Elsewhere in the song, Lamar repeats a gay slur he used as a child, chastising himself for it - or at least that's what it seems like.

And there's so much "seeming" in this music, which feels so cumulatively thick with nuance and metaphor that there are endless ways to understand and misunderstand it. But if you're listening closely in the moment when Lamar raps, "I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody," you're going to believe him with every particle of your being.

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