Lasers is a clichÃ©d, mechanical album that's barely tolerable when Lupe isn't rapping. Most songs are detached, near-paradoxical messes, littered with auto-tune and cluttered, electronic-oriented beats. One such example is "Words I Never Said," which virtually sounds like a duplication of a song I already can't stand, Eminem's "Love the Way You Lie," except the chorus here is provided by Skylar Grey instead of Rihanna.
But the album isn't entirely terrible. Both "Till I Get There" and "All Black Everything" would've fit in just fine on either of Lupe's first two albums, the former with less busy production than most of the tracks on Lasers, the latter with thought-provoking lyrics that ask what the world would be like if, say, W.E.B. Du Bois wrote the U.S. Constitution, or if Bill O'Reilly were a Muslim. When it comes down to it, though, the good moments on this album are few and far between, and don't quite stand up to the best highlights on Food & Liquor and The Cool.
It's quite a shame to see an artist as stellar as Lupe being overshadowed by all of the excess production that crowds Lasers. Overall, this album sounds like what it really is: greedy, tasteless, major label executives getting their way.