On single "Confused!," he manages one of the album’s more memorable lines, repeating "hate the drugs but I love the numb." When he hits on a nice guitar tone or melody or lyric, the songs are so simple that they assume a semi-meditative quality. There are fleeting moments, here and there. Cudi insists on calling the album " alternative," and with the "Beavis and Butthead" narration, the shout-out to Cobain on "Man in the Night," and a flat drawl that curls into awkward Layne Staley or Scott Weiland impersonations, it’s clear his approach to making a "rock album" is even more dated than Lil Wayne’s, grounded in ideas and sounds that are now two decades old. The album is a failure, and not even a noble one. On "Trauma," he offers this: "When I was eleven I saw my dad’s corpse." The discomfort level might be high enough to inspire rubbernecking from people who wouldn’t otherwise care about a new Cudi record.īut Speedin’ Bullet 2 Heaven is interesting the same way a friend getting a dramatic bad haircut is interesting: Once the shock wears off, you still have to look them in the eye and level with them. "Judgmental Cunt" sounds an awful lot like self-laceration ("look at you, dumb stoner little boy") with Cudi breaking his voice while screaming.
There is something morbidly compelling about the tenacity of this project: "Wedding Tux" plods along for two-and-a-half minutes on two chords and has a hook that goes, "everything, everyone sucks" until it almost grows mesmerizing.
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