Made In Paris

When trap entered the mainstream in the late 2000s, it was uniformly serious business; now it can sound as playful and dreamy as anything we call “indie” or “pop,” and we have producers like Pi’erre Bourne to thank. His rapping has gotten better, but his beats are still the draw, a buffet of video game blips and accordion riffs (“La Loi, C’est La Loi”), drums that rumble like toy tanks, and melodies as sweet and light as the breeze through his extremely expensive hotel curtains (“JBH”), more *Looney Tunes* than *Gangsta Grillz*. Even his sexual conquests are framed as fairy tales (“Rapunzel”). He’s having fun with it—and why not?