His melodies are shaky and occasionally crack, but the imperfections feel so much rawer than his sterilized pop and rock adventures. What Teezo has going for him is an elastic singing voice that slides nicely into the R&B lane. The lyrics are hard-hitting, too: “It seems when I step out of my dreams/Everything melts like ice cream.” Sure. On “Mood Swings,” he tries to open up about his inner blues on some played-out funk (just listen to the Victoria Monét album instead), but undercuts it with an overly cutesy hook that features the “weees” you would hear pushing a child on a swing. Not because it’s subliminal-some of the sexiest songs of all time get there without straight-up admitting I want to fuck-but because it’s as if he’s confused about how sex is supposed to work, like he might giggle if you said “dick.” The most angsty he gets is “Daddy Mama Drama,” where he hurls bleeped-out “I fucking hate you”s at his parents. When he does sing about sex on “UUHH,” it’s uncomfortable. There’s a Teezo Touchdown snippet that has floated around YouTube and SoundCloud for a while, in which he sing-raps on a beat that could have been on Finally Rich: “Meeting with my PR team/They tellin’ me to keep it clean/No more songs about sex and codeine.” Luckily for them, How Do You Sleep at Night? has the edge of the Jonas Brothers. Most of all, it’s too sanitized, too impersonal, too cliché, to be a statement. He attempts this by imitating Weezer rap-rock, The Love Below soul, and 2000s pop radio, a genre mash-up that isn’t as offbeat as it wants to be.
How Do You Sleep at Night? is a debut tasked with making music the point, rather than a brand extension.
“No one really knew me for the music, and music, to me, is my foundation,” the 30 year old said in an interview.
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To Teezo’s credit, he doesn’t deny that up until now, his fusion of Texas rap, nostalgic pop-punk, and funky R&B paired with clever and memeable music videos (in the clip for the sleepy acoustic guitar ballad “ I’m Just a Fan,” he stands surrounded by portable fans and spins his arms while nails tinkle like windchimes) has come secondary to everything else.
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