Tag: Tyler

#2 Tyler, The Creator: CHROMAKOPIA

~ Lex Leeson ~ 2 Comments

See, I’m a Westside nigga from the zone (What’s goin’ on, nigga?)
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin’ at the door (I’m knockin’ at the door)
I keep them mink-minks on hip ’cause I keloid my fists (Mm)
Nigga, give a fuck ’bout pronouns, I’m that nigga and that bitch

Sticky

Aw, mate, this album is so fucking good. It literally hurts my soul to have it as low as second. And you all know what’s first now, don’t you? Yeah. I tried so hard to be different from the Normies but some things are just undeniable…

First of all, can we just all stand back in wonder at how big a deal Tyler Gregory Okonma is? They might have started out more concerned with working how best to work rape, gore and incest jokes into consistent homophobia, but starting with 2017’s revelatory ‘Scum Fuck Flower Boy‘ they have grown into one of the most dependable and consistent lightly experimental and occasionally avant-garde musicians in the game. Or, as Tyler themselves might put it:

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18 Charli XCX: No.1 Angel

~ Lex Leeson ~ 10 Comments

Celestial Incompetence

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Remember when I said that EMA was definitely the coolest person in the world? Then maybe you’ll also remember my boring and boorish balderdash about how important it is to always change your mind? Maybe you’ve read the former entry, but not the latter, so consider me an outrageous hypocrite? Perhaps you’ve read the latter but not the former, and will let the upcoming comment slide by without comment? Most probably, you’ve read neither, and are currently just massively confused by this ridiculously overinflated introduction? Don’t worry, the subeditor will remove this paragraph in the edit

Charli XCX is definitely the coolest person in the world. She’s a pop artist who knows exactly how a pop artist should look, act and sound. She writes some of the most perfect pop of the 21st century (occasionally leaving her songs unattended and letting lesser artists pilfer them), but also pop that sounds like it should exist in the 21st century.  She manages to subvert pop’s tropes and expectations with every song, while never once paying the genre anything less than the upmost respect. Even more cooly, she’s smart enough to know that such a mammoth task of pop revolution through disruption could never be a one person job. So she’s always eager to use her records as presentations of some of the best and more outlandish ‘pop’ from the genre’s less appreciated corners. On this ‘mixtape’ alone we’re introduced to notable names that might have otherwise passed us by, Starrah, Raye, the unGoogleable MØ… My attention was first brought to the fascinating story of Uffie, and I was at one point even considered the Cuppcake album for NE2017 (but… wow… I mean, I’m no prude, but… does she kiss he gimp with that mouth??)

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(… and here’s proof of how much I love her)

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