You Can Find Me In The Club, Doing Whatever I Said I’d Do To You In The Club
Does Danny Brown’s music match the miserable spectacle of his show? Why I’m Sad And A Little Disgusted That Danny Brown Got Head While Performing: A Simple Thought About Artlessness:

But at some point, I have to wonder whether the metaphors for sexual adventure are very entertaining, or whether the straightforward and lavish descriptions of sexual conquest are a metaphor for anything greater. “Outer Space” is a pretty cool, DOOM-ish romp, but then lines like “Love a feminist bitch, oh, it get my dick hard / So no apologies for all the misogyny” and “I’m Wes Craven with X cravings / Fuck a bitch mouth until her fucking face cave in” make me think there’s not a lot of there there.

The (probably) greatest song of ‘our’ generation, “Ignition (Remix)” is just an extended metaphor for fucking, but it’s by turns hilarious, witty, and, most importantly, makes you feel really good. It would be a lot less great if Kelly just repeated variations on “I’m gonna fuck you because I’m famous”. Perhaps more importantly, it doesn’t really create a rewarding experience when Danny says he’s going to cave in some bitch’s face with his dick.

Behind The Bleachers Or Wallflowering At The Prom
A history of smelling young, which is not anything at all as gross as that might sound now that I’ve just typed it out. What Young Smells Like: A Cultural History:

I loved the fact that it was “unisex,” because, FEMINISM! I bet Riot Grrrls smelled like this stuff! Damn the Man, but also, smell kind of like him: Such was the promise of CK One. And I loved, more than anything, the fact that my mother and my neighborhood friends and my girly-girl cousins hated it, were too turned-off by the androgyny and the “headbangers” in the ad (in suburban ’90s Ohio, we didn’t have indie, and we didn’t have punk; we had cool kids, and then we had “headbangers”) to even try smelling the thing, and reacted, when I let them sniff it, with distaste. It wasn’t even SWEET! It smelled like grass or something. Like weed. If you wore it, you would smell like you smoked weed. Like those people in the ad probably did. Who would want that?

The Rape Comic Jazz Hands Cha Cha
An essay about rape jokes, discourse, and — of course — a comments section that dislikes rape jokes but would never dare question their utility or place in culture. Not So Funny: Sam Morril’s Rape Jokes and Female Comedy Fans:

“Hey, I’m attracted to black women. Yeah, I had sex with one once.” (Once!) “It was kind of awkward, because the whole time I was fucking her, she kept using the N-word. Yeah, the whole time, she just kept yelling out, no!”

At that point, much like any of Sam Morril’s conscious ex-girlfriends, I just fastened my eyes to the ceiling and waited for him to finish amusing himself.

That Old Dance About Architecture
About the most promising rapper/soundmaker I’ve organically come across in a looong time. Who is Spark Master Tape and What Does He Do?:

The way Spark Master effortlessly generates a well realized dreadful mood puts him into rare company within the very recent mixtape world. It’s pretty easy to get great beats (or at least jack them), and the lexicon is mostly set. But the way he combines a self-defeated misery and self-medicated revel gives the semi-anonymous Spark Master Tape more personality than many rappers.

BONUS DANCE: Gratuitous Gunplay Pogo Gogo
VIPs, guns, drugs, violence, and Gunplay. Everything you’d expect. How do you like that? Gunplay Is at an All-Time High:

If Gunplay is to be the next great crazed vigilante, we want him capable of violence, but not actually violent. We want him self-aware, but not too consciously crafting image.9 He has to be real, but not too real. It’s an uncomfortable, almost slimy sentiment. But, in that context, putting a gun to your own accountant’s head, though not pulling the trigger, is exactly the sort of act that satisfies this desire.

BONUS DANCE: The Culture Twist And Revolutionary Shout
Those scrappy Marxist editors over at n + 1 try to imagine a western cultural revolution that won’t suck. Cultural Revolution:

A more optimistic third possibility glimpses, in the dark cloud already raining on us, a silver lining of cultural revolution — of rapprochement, that is, between intellectuals and nonintellectuals, the intellectuals becoming more like workers and the workers more like intellectuals without the broadening of cultural life diminishing its liveliness or highest achievements. On the contrary, per Trotsky: “The powerful force of competition which, in bourgeois society, has the character of market competition, will not disappear in Socialist society, but, to use the language of psychoanalysis, will be sublimated, that is, will assume a higher and more fertile form. There will be the struggle for one’s opinion, for one’s project, for one’s taste… . Art will then become more general … the most perfect method of the progressive building of life in every field. It will not be merely ‘pretty’ without relation to anything else.”

In the famous concluding vision of Literature and Revolution, cultural revolution is not a leveling, but a tectonic upthrust. As culture one day becomes the common property of all, “The average human type will rise to the heights of an Aristotle, a Goethe, or a Marx. And above this ridge new peaks will rise.”