Post Malone is a melodically gifted misanthrope with a voice that always sounds like it’s running away. If Drake has been the architect of the last decade’s pop evolution, Post Malone has been its savviest adopter, making ethereal post-rap pop songs that sound inevitable, and also evanescent.

“Hollywood’s Bleeding,” the 24-year-old musician’s third album, will certainly be one of this year’s most popular, thanks to the intensity of his success on streaming platforms (his first two albums remain in the top tiers of the Billboard chart) as well as his wild adaptability. He is a rock singer whose cadences come from hip-hop, a pop songwriter who marries brightness with sleaze. He’s every genre — it’s all in him.

Which means that even when he is stretching the boundaries of his sound, as he does in several places on “Hollywood’s Bleeding,” the results feel the opposite of experimental. When you’re an omnivore taking a mortar and pestle to six decades of pop music history and turning it into a smooth slurry, it’s nigh impossible to shock .