Son Raw is off his meds. We didn’t post Rella to this site because frankly, it wasn’t worth your time. Trolling Centaur-Tyler and a Pitchfork-annoying bitchslap weren’t enough to cover the fact that Hodgy and Domo aren’t the two guys you want holding down a crew album and the whole thing felt depressingly D12ish. The […]

Tosten Burks isn’t gonna lie. He had to look up the world clairvoyance. We’re at the point where all of the mythology and controversy that fueled the Odd Future rise have become reasons why they originally got attention and not reasons why they still should. Earl is back. The cockroach has long been digested. Every […]

Congratulations to the Low End Theory podcast. It is now 21 episodes deep, old enough to legally drink. However, I suspect it has been illicitly imbibing for years, considering its frequent disappearances and loose-limbed approach. Thankfully, it has returned, now with 24 percent more wolves and gangs. When I interviewed Syd tha Kid many full […]

Son Raw felt sort of obligated to post about this. Damn blog hype. So he’s releasing music but isn’t part of Odd Future anymore? Is that what we’re supposed to infer from yesterday’s is-he-or-isn’t-he clusterfuck? If so, that’s a shame as both parties could benefit from working together far more than whatever will come of […]

Tosten Burks has his seatbelt safely fastened. As the New Year settles in, a new weed anthem surfaces. To whom else would we entrust the responsibility other than the venerable Juicy J? In the midst of a mid-30s career resurgence – the fountain of youth is apparently in Lex Luger’s basement – Juicy jumps on […]

Oh you mad bitch cuz Sach O‘s laying on the couch. I’ve been trying to figure out what to write about this video for a few days now but frankly, all analysis is useless. It’s a video for a song called “Bitch Suck Dick”: you already know if you’ll like this or not. For what […]

Tosten Burks only used the word “swag” once in the writing of this article. Everyone knows the story by now: faux-rebellious suburban skate punks drop staggering amounts of staggeringly crude haunted house rap onto message boards and quickly skyrocket to the top of the Internet on the backs of indignant teens and intellectual Caucasians. It’s […]

Sach O is actually trying to cut down on weed. For real. As much as I ride for Goblin, I sincerely hope Tyler’ success doesn’t box in the rest of Odd Future. While the bastard’s catharsis made headlines, the Golf Wang’s greatest appeal for me has always been the resolutely underground streak running through their […]

Sach O is a helluva drug. As the resident Odd Future cheerleader/apologist, I feel compelled to post this ASAP. What can I say? I don’t find myself listening to much rap these days but when I do, I prefer Dos Equis angry teenaged hooligans. Still, even my famously Tyler-averse compatriots have got to support this: […]

Sach O is a fuckin table. You think you’re sick of hearing about Odd Future? Ask Tyler. Artists hating their own success is a well-worn trope, but the burning glare of the hype machine has never been so swift and vicious: the kid hasn’t even released a CD and yet he’s become the single most […]