Odd Future.

There are certainly a few artists left with conviction and vision, but for the most part, Hip-hop has issued a state of emergency. The Soulja Boys and Lil' Waynes of the world have turned the art form into a talentless void. The great MC's of eras past are either out of touch or bloated from their own bank rolls. And those back-packer emo cliques refuse to evolve from verbally masturbating themselves over melancholy drum beats.



That brings us to Odd Future. A gaggle of LA teens who channel serial killers, and dangle their adolescent dark arts from basement microphones and youtube video clips. A collective of kids born into the readily available tools of home production, amateur film making, and an audience only as big as the entire expanse of the internet. This group of skaters and swageratti have accomplished so much with very little. And they've done it in the most sinister way possible. It's horror-core rap, spit with an ether buzz. Their content is reprehensible, their skills and gumption are commendable. It's like watching a car crash that sounds pretty damn good.





Pal JT and my little brother Sam turned me on to this stuff and I've been watching with one eye open for a while now. The Odd Future shit has blown up to almost cult-like status now, so I'm very late to the table. Enjoy...or not.