“And in that categorical way, it makes Odd Future the perfect rap crew for our time: Where we all live on the Internet, alone. Where the darkest corners of desire are a Google search away. Where you can say anything and hide in the shadows of blog commenter anonymity or meme Tumblrs or fake Twitter accounts.”
I’m not sure why you would want to listen to the rap equivalent of blog commenters. To each his own. (Except not, since live and let live only applies to the people we let live.)
As well, I’m not sure why writers trot out Syd, the one female member of the group—as if having a 9:1 ratio of men to women is supposed to be a great thing, anyway—as mitigating Odd Future’s whatever gestalt. You think that women can’t participate in being used and violated? Or that there’s not a much more complicated thing going on here? The fact that she’s the sister of one of the members probably has a lot to do with it. Also, it’s really creepy when Caroline Ryder was apparently so taken with Syd’s big role in the group that she had basically only one thing to say about her: “arrestingly beautiful in a no-makeup-and-hoodie kind of way.” Even though Syd makes the beats, which are literally the only thing that everyone can kind of agree on as being a redemptive part of the group.
So the one girl in the group makes the one thing that people like and she gets like four bars in half the pieces on the group? Whatever, I’m done with Odd Future. Their swag is miniscule.
