Hype is a fickle beast and Odd Future rides it like a pack of rodeo clowns. The Angeleno misfit rap crew seems to understand that the arena wants to see its champions knocked around a bit, wants to jeer before it cheers—that, or the group’s “kill people, burn shit, fuck school” nihilism is exactly what’s needed in the two-thousand-teens. Regardless, their new posse album, The OF Tape Vol. 2, reminds us of what’s so great about these fuckers. Read at The A.V. Club.
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Words You’ll Never See Again: The Internet Falls Short in Delivering ‘Naked Ladies’
Wanted to like Odd Future’s neo-soul wasteland funk more than I did. Ho hum. Read all about it via the A.V. Club. At least Earl is back. OFWGK†A.
Odd Future Wolf Gang Kills ’em All in San Diego
Went down to San Diego to get weird with Odd Future. Mission accomplished. The adored/abhorred aggro-swag kingpins (plus one queenpin) whipped those surfers, skaters and servicemen into a salty, blood-speckled froth. It was epic and unhinged, probably dangerous to society overall, but it was fun, fun, fun.