It’s been a while since we’ve heard anything official from big Earl, and I know I’m a bit late to the game on this one, but his newest track “Chum” is unusually melancholy. It follows the patented Odd Future formula, semi-low-fi, looped pianos ad nauseam… No new ground covered, same aesthetic, same fatherless flow.
In fact, the only really striking aspect of the track is just how much it resembles something that Mike Skinner from “The Streets” could have written about ten years ago. Not that that’s intrinsically a bad thing but it’s not what I expect not want from the Sweatshirt. I hoped for better from the boy/man who wrote “in the attic armed with an addict’s arm”.
Tyler is a hipster faggot, we all know that. He’s loud, arrogant, and constantly in need of attention. Hopsin on the other hand, merely panders to the hipster faggots – which in my opinion is far worse of a crime.
It appears to me that Hopsin’s verses are tailored to appeal to us white-kid hipsters of the 90’s, with lines like “Blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge” or the skin crawling-ly ugly reference to the Konami code. Desperation for success leaks out of every verse, and you’re forced to listen to what sound like old Eminem verses littered with pop culture references.
Hopsin suffers chronically from what I like to call Jurassic 5 Syndrome – he’s yet another rapper left shouting with no real message, no real cause, and nothing to say. Every track is about one of two things: 1) How ‘nice’ he is. 2) How he’s an underrated crazy rapper.
Empty messages falling upon deaf ears.
I’ve never seen an MC try so hard in my life. Every track is a stream of overly calculated, inspiration free lyrics that fall flat. Yes, he can deliver them live, but when they’re this bland, is that really much of a compliment?
To me, Hopsin will forever be a YouTube rapper. He has legions of fans, no of whom want to critically listen to his music, nor make any contribution to it. If YouTube views were contributory to talent, then Hopsin would be one of the best MCs the world has ever seen. Sadly, they are not.
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 love it. Almost every track they’ve released is interesting in some aspect. From the whole Earl Sweatshirt saga, to Tyler becoming the most famous man to ever walk the earth – I’ve never seen anyone blow up so much. So why am I writing this? I don’t really know.
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.