“Chris Brown's sixth album is adventurous musically and a total mess lyrically – it's almost defiantly oblivious to his past as a domestic-abuser. Throughout, Brown plays the victim: He pretends he's a spurned lover ("X"), claims he was lied to ("Stereotype," which opens with the line "Why are my hands bleeding?") and only engages in self-reflection on a set of sad-sack EDM tracks. It's a shame, be”
