I've been tuned into this mixtape for a few weeks, listening with great intrigue. Bastard is the standout, irritable manifesto from teenage, Los Angeles hip-hop collective, Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All. Specifically, their 19 year-old creative leader and producer's, Tyler.
Beneath the purposefully aggro raps about raping prom dates and cutting wrists, and beneath the tripped out gang of skateboard punks with handicams, is an intelligent and darkly advanced work. Tyler's band brings a much-missed ingredient in today's young rappers: anger. Hashtagging media socialites bank on breaking with viral stylings, Odd Future resents, fights the Kid Cudi imitators.
Just like punk rock, the best rap music stem's from resenting a shitty future and rebelling. Bastard's intro is a brash middle finger for the most powerful guardians in rap music (especially, I imagine, for the kids): certain blogs. Throughout, we get dark beats (think the first few Atmosphere records) and intelligent, misguided angst.
I don't think it's an accident that their black and white video for "French" instantly recalls N.W.A.'s "Straight Outta Compton." Quick, scattered shots on their home turf, pointed anger. It's an instantly unsettling work: try not to cringe when Tyler's boy points a glock too heavy for his young arm (whether or not it's a toy doesn't matter). I hope the kids are alright.
Anyway, download Bastard and enjoy further analysis. It's an acquired cocktail, but carries an undeniable vitality.








