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title: Sundial
type: Album
date: 2024-08-22
rating: 8
author: Noname
year: 2023
status: Finished
image: sundial.jpg
tags:
  - album
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---
 Enough time has passed for me to admit that I thought Room 25 was a poor album. I suspect there's a lot of Trump-era literature that will age poorly in much the same way, which is not to say that it was "too political" but that we found ourselves, briefly, in a time where we were comfortable mistaking incohesion for deconstructionist ambition and poorly-recycled Twitter bits (imagine the mockery if Drake had rapped "I’m struggling to simmer down, maybe I'm an insomni-black") for cleverness. It was a disappointing sophomore release [^1] from a great artist, and I suspect many of its laudits — not unlike Dedication — came more from critics wanting to honor the artist's previous work.

I say this as a precursor to _Sundial_ addressing almost every flaw of _Room 25_. Noname's politics are sharper and more honest; she conjures again the intimacy that made Telefone such a treat; the production shifts away from a slightly schizophrenic neo-soul _thing_ back to the (Saba-inflected) light jazz rap. Sundial is (and I don't mean this in a faint-praise way) _coherent_; it sounds like an obvious evolution of her work and her thesis rather than a rush to get something out the door while everyone's listening.

[^1]: Her studio debut, sure, but calling Telefone a mixtape feels like a distinction without a difference.