Earl Sweatshirt’s third album is possibly even more inaccessible than his second. Tracks just sputter into existence unannounced; no intro, often not even a pause after the last. Earl’s vocal sometimes sits so low in the mix its barely audible among the lilting, lo-fi beats. But it’s all intentional, Earl barely lets you in to his world at all – we’re very much kept at arm’s length. He’s had a lot to deal with this year, and the deaths of his father, his uncle, and close friend Mac Miller have inevitably got him thinking about life, death and family. Expect abstract beats and a difficult, but extremely worthwhile, listen. Stream below via SoundCloud.