Post Malone is a Halloween rental, a removable platinum grill, a Cubic Zirconium proposal on the jumbo screen of a last-place team. There was little to separate it from a regular Post Malone concert other than the big-name opening acts (Travis Scott; Tyler, the Creator; Lil Skies) and True Religion-sponsored Post Malone bandannas featuring an extreme close-up of Austin Post himself, glazed and squinting, as ever. Post Malone is decidedly the latter, an avatar of algorithm culture that rewards pleasant banality over the creatively vexing. If Post Malone were black, he wouldn’t have sold half; he simply wouldn’t exist. Post Malone has won.

Source: Washington Post October 30, 2018 18:32 UTC