Mixtape

Mixtape wears its heart on its sleeve, even if it tries to cover it up sometimes with a sick ‘90s-throwback bandage at first. Its stuttery, Spider-Verse-esque artstyle makes it feel like a playable animated hangout film, and its writing is witty enough that it doesn’t have to rely on pop culture references from the ‘90s to be endearing. Though it draws from a certain subcultural aesthetic and occasionally deploys grossout stoner humor, the connections it draws between the music we listen to and the memories we make are pretty universal.