Much of the intrigue surrounding Future's debut album Pluto fixated on the voice: raw and emotive, possessed of both a forlorn R&B Lothario's despondency and the gruff yawp of a drug-runner celebrating a sold out batch, and shellacked in a thick, forbidding coat of Auto-Tune and reverb. Coupled with a penchant for interstellar iconography, the vocal modification frequently attracted science fiction descriptors, portraits of the artist as a moody machine. But Pluto's most gripping cuts ("Turn on the Lights", "You Deserve It") took flight by scaling back the mods to focus on the unnerving frailty of a singer unafraid to skim around and across the break in his voice. Even in moments where Pluto's vocals were heavily processed, the most captivating quality was the humanity poking through. So let's set aside this robot business.