Earl

March 15, 2011

Nothing new, but just wanted to remind you that Earl Sweatshirt was born in 1994. He’s 17. That means he should be reporting for home room and eating a packed lunch someplace. Instead, he’s spitting some of the most menacing shit this side of Gravediggaz. Or at least he was. Sounds like his foul mouth earned him a one way ticket to boarding school or whatever the hell, so for the moment, microphones and little sisters everywhere are safe. Too bad, cause his record is my favorite Odd Future release thus far. I said 1994.

Listentothis

March 8, 2011

I had this plan to post about Odd Future and whether or not it’s weird (I just had to google how to spell ‘weird’) that the most excited I’ve been about hip hop in years is when I listen to those 16-19 year old kids rap about robbing/raping/generally fucking shit up. But that’s gonna require some focus that I don’t have at the moment. So instead, listen to this beautifully atmospheric, melancholy jam from James Blake that’s pretty much the diametric opposite of the hellraising teenagers in OFWGKTA.