For all the loved-up, queerbaiting opener “Lavender Haze” grounds the album in a languid version of the here-and-now, the majority of its tracks come off as revised memoirs of episodes already well-chronicled, replete with recycled melodies, tepid choruses and laboured intertexts galore. For lack of a better word, it’s dull. 

You undermine the absolute queerbaiting torture that Supernatural became since the moment Cas walked in!!