Sach O will be pretty baked by the time you read this. Happy 4:20 from Odd Future’s resident super-stoner. Having spent the past few months absorbing the already massive Golf Wang catalog, I’ve found myself returning to Rolling Papers a fair bit thanks to its consistently blunted vibe and cohesive production. Domo’s not quite Tyler […]

Sach O just wants to boogie to some Pearson. I heard this on Scratcha’s Grimey Breakfast show yesterday but promptly forgot about it after passing out in a hazy stupor. This is what happens when I listen to UK radio at 4AM after watching Zed Bias and Ramadanman absolutely murder their live sets for an […]

Everything you read about Domo Genesis will refer to him as Odd Future’s resident weed head. This is how it goes when you title your debut, “Rolling Papers” and arrive to interviews with eyes the color of Coke cans. He capsized his own existence in six words: smoking weed, fucking bitches, eating cereal. Not every […]

Yesterday, the LA Times ran my profile of Odd Future. No need to rehash the nature of the divide between print and online. Obviously, there are spatial constraints, style guidelines, and obligations to explain “swag” to a Sunday newspaper audience. Also, writing a story about Odd Future without cursing is like eating a pork chop […]

Doc Zeus caught him at the red light – on Putnam Avenue and Franklin, where they used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper than your average JFK sniper. RIVERSIDE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA The boy’s face has grown ragged. It has acquired the sunken jowls of someone who has been gone longer […]

≈ Narduwar is likely the best rap journalist around. Hilarity obviously ensues.

Like the first Can show in Cologne, I was there. Epic headbanging shit. As I obnoxiously Tweeted: Impromptu Odd Future performance at Low End. Like Onyx meets Triple Six meets Eminem meets a bunch of other equally baseless comparisons.”Wolf Gang” Chants, shout outs to Ron Artest, new cuts from “Goblin,” lacerating abuse aimed at 2 […]

You can check Sach O’s French all you want, he speaks it fluent. Jeff and Douglas swear by Chaz Bundick’s recorded output whereas I’m rather apathetic to his kind of cloudy, dusty, lounge-funk and most stuff that’s emerged since Chillwave’s initial umm…wave. Too slow and I prefer my yacht-related music with more RAWSE. Still, I’d […]

The Zombies, the gnome, the taunting crucifixes, the ski masks, the terrifying whoever the fuck Felicia Day is. For Mos Def’s rap nerdery, for Jimmy Fallon not crumbling (or smirking) under the weight, for red soccer socks, tubas, for the Shorts. For The Roots (?), for not being willing to say “Girl, We Couldn’t Get […]

Fake blood, bugs, and body counts. Psychological carnage and John Carpenter synths. It would make the other Earl, Yonkers’s most famous proud. Music for people who hear noises and footsteps that may or may not exist. Best understood by 16 year olds, those in the midst of slow crack-ups, and people whose anthem is “The […]