2017 is shaping up to be a terrific year for hip-hop — better than 2016, I hope.
Consider a wanderer 10,000 years in the future discovering a strange construction of granite thorns in the New Mexico desert, their points weathered by centuries, their shadows stretching at sinister angles.
Plenty of rappers are prolific in the mixtape world; in terms of sheer output, this Atlanta trap king puts even the absurdly productive Young Thug to shame.
It has come to my attention that the radio edit of Future’s “Move That Dope” has been christened “Move That Doh” in a classic censorship joke.
The futures that are built through architecture and the futures that are constructed through science fiction aren’t always galaxies apart.
This month, reviews of Miguel, Tame Impala, Swans, Killer Mike, and Future.