I am only posting this as some form of signifier of my cultural capital, you understand. Between you and me, I still don’t know how to pronounce his name.
It’s lonely at the top, motherfuckers. We live in a culture where money equals power, but what happens when the money arrives and you still feel powerless? When there’s nothing left to buy and you’re dying inside?
Rappers are working class. Critics are middle class. They don’t understand each other.
You can’t please everyone, and taste is subjective
Pop outflanked all of its critics by making them extreme traditionalists or anti-populist cranks.
This is exactly the reason why the world needs Tyler and Odd Future. Shit can’t keep rolling like this.
There is heart here. There is pride. There is commitment. I want to know who these people are.
I enjoyed this year’s Splendour, as I always do.
One of the biggest things I struggle with regarding hip hop is lyrical content. A pervasive preoccupation with self-aggrandisement does little for me given the typical scope of a rapper’s goals (money, fame and ‘bitchez’).
The reason Splendour hasn’t sold out instantaneously, as it normally does, is that the line-up doesn’t justify the price.