He is now a bonafide brand of his own, appearing in The Irishman and The King of Staten Island, with a range of shows and cookbooks to his name. But he is also in a state of artistic stasis: his past four studio albums could have been mistaken for debut mixtapes, but does it really matter? His rhymes remain hilarious, his personality oversized, and with a signature sound crafted by Alchemist and Party Supplies , as long as nobody sounds quite like Bam Bam, he's gravy. Rather than weaving introspection or a new direction into his songs, Bronson has instead leant even harder into the ridiculous on his seventh studio album: dedicating this one to dolphins; "those higher beings who are on the same telepathic wave as me".
When Action Bronson announced "My next album's only for dolphins" in "Mt. Etna," it seemed like just another random comic bulletin of no consequence from the MC, who follows through with the title of his first solo LP since White Bronco. Then again, maybe it shouldn't be surprising given that dolphin training is one of myriad pursuits Bronson has mentioned on wax.