The Odd Future crew have been really irking me of late. The constant overexposure is really wearing thin on my end (I mean they’ve got a a TV show now? Honestly?!). I cannot escape their music, it’s everywhere on the internet. Trendy trash-hop, with a pinch of emo-scene skater-vibe. God, it’s so hip it’s sickening – just about anyone looking to get their ‘cool card’ stamped drops Tyler’s name.
My biggest problem though, is I happen to
I’ve been listening to ‘Oldie’ for the past few days (as well as ‘Earl’ daily since it’s release), and I can’t escape it’s simplistic greatness. Every verse, all nine of them, is exciting, smooth, and delivered with precision. Earl Sweatshirt’s first OFWGKTA verse since his return from the religious nut-house is stunning.
For contrast here's a pair of lips. Swallowin' syrup, settin' fire to sheriff's whips, (Whoops, whoops) fuckin' All-American terrorist, Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick. And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'. Lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is. Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is.
Then I seen the impromptu video they shot for it. What a beautiful thing it is. There’s magic in those ten minutes of tape. Magic that a million dollar budget couldn’t even come close to.
Look, I know hip-hop is no longer relevant, and to be brutally honest I don’t know what will fill it’s place in our culture, but until something does, we have the beautifully self-aware OFWGKTA.