“Future used to be all about keeping you off-balance. Pluto was designed to be undefinable, flitting between guttural thuds (“Long Live the Pimp,” “Same Damn Time”), unhinged joy (“Straight Up”), naked desperation (“Turn on the Lights,” “You Deserve It”), and something entirely foreign (“Parachute,” “Magic,” “Permanent Scar”). When it came time to drop the deluxe version, Future shuffled the trackl”
