If you haven’t gotten wind, dark things brew in Southern California.
From the skate parks and streets of Los Angeles a group of crazy young bloods (think 18 & under) are making some noise. Noise, over hard gritty beats (think MF Doom) and chock full of old soul voices rapping like they’ve had a previous lifetime to practice (apparently a lifetime of getting a little too much Brotha Lynch, homies got the horrorcore priorities down: rape, ultra-violence & Indo).
‘Somebody tell Satan that I want my fucking swag back’
That aside, what really slaps you in the face (like a million middle fingers) is the wholly encompassing fuck it that this crew puts down on every track. Not your Lil’ Wayne fuck-the-world-I-got-this attitude neither, but the doing shitty-coke-doing arm-cutting-blood-puking sort of fuck it, like the get-blunted-every-day-everything-is-shit sort of fuck it, you know? You give a good listen to any of their mixtapes (available free here) and you hear it. Rap about being depressed, possessed (demon style), pissed off, & multiple variations of nothing being sacred, at all.
So trip out on it, if you’re like me maybe you’ll hear these tracks and your stomach will flip a little bit, and you’ll remember for a second those 10 tons of pure hatred and wanton destruction that seemed to soak up every waking moment between adolescence & adulthood. You know, that time in your life where you drank Robitussin, had malt liquor till you threw up, & alternatively laughed at and hated everything?
Maybe not.
In that case, hear the beat, enjoy some dope raps.
All Photos By Vyron Turner, Wolf Haley And Taco Bennett
STRAIGHT CRUSHING 