Melancholy synths underscore this Atlanta rapper’s aptly self-titled album. He loses himself in movement over the electro-house of “Dance,” gets introspective over the whirring computer glitch of “Past Future,” and chants in time to the hypnotic tom-toms of “Blicka Blicka.” Rome delves into his deeper neuroses on songs like “Heavy as Feathers,” yet Jerome Raheem Fortune soars with lightness. His “Love” is a sugary rush of luhs melodicism, and his harmonizing feels like a warm embrace. Even the thump-addled trap brags of “Still I Fight On” sound contemplative, personal, and triumphant.