Doja Cat promised a different album. And he is. Unlike its predecessors who borrowed more of a pop sound, Scarlet is exclusively rap. But is it that good?

To our disappointment, the most convincing tracks of the opus (Paint The Town Red and Attention) were revealed during the promotion of the album. The rest, unfortunately, is nothing very memorable.

Most of the pieces end up blurring together, and at the same time, fail to tell a story or demonstrate any coherence other than being vulgar.

And vulgar, this album is, to the point where we say that its author did it on purpose, knowing her love-hate relationship with the popular music industry from which she is trying to distance herself. Try playing a song called Wet Vagina on the air…

On the production side too, the album becomes repetitive from the third song. Some songs still benefit from a catchy melody, like Agora Hills, one of our favorites.

Still, we would have crossed out at least five songs from the lot, especially in the first half of the opus, which, in any case, has little substance.

Our final verdict? Next to the excellent Paint The Town Red, Scarlet looks more like a derivative product than a truly completed album.