Cadence Weapon's milieu is hip-hop with a wink. The aquatic psych productions that anchor "In Search of the Youth Crew" and "Juliann Wilding" fold upon themselves as fragments of goofy electro whine above jerky beat patterns. His lyrics, meanwhile, reek of art school burnout, meshing hip-hop tropes and pop cult references for alliterative mosaics that are largely pretty-sounding nonsense. It's not dissimilar to the dadist word scrambles of Busdriver or Themselves' Doseone. Whether you find this annoying, perplexing or interesting will depend on how much you're willing to engage with the music.