Future’s consistency works to his disadvantage; his relentless stream of albums and mixtapes this decade can feel like a level plane. Dirty Sprite 2 is manifestly some kind of peak, though, in quality and mainstream impact. The album works as a microcosm of Future’s career: fixated in themes and mood, a steady accumulation of dirge upon dirge sustaining his bleak vision of joyless hedonism. It could be ambient music, almost, if the beats—mostly by Metro Boomin—didn’t hit with such pummeling physicality.