Just finished listening to the BRILLIANT Goblin by Odd Future's Tyler the Creator.
It's a fantastic feat by a true artist who'll be around for a while. Solid, sober and soulful. A kind of stream-of-consciousness poetry up there with the best.
Now, other reviews from the little fraternity of "the gentlemen of the press" are trickling in (look them up--we're not gonna name names). They use a lot of words and they go at it like a coroner with a scalpel.
But Goblin is alive, so autopsies are not necessary.
We found ourselves LULZing hard at how many of "the gentlemen of the press" got bent outta shape by a young punk.
What was that thing Lou Reed said about Robert Christgau in Take No Prisoners?
Tyler's "Goblin" is that rare thing: something smart, made organically, in LA that would NEVER be played by NPR. This is pissing some people off.
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In other words, Can music critics who revere indie bands ever begin to understand the genius of Tyler the Creator's Goblin?:
Congratulations, Tyler. Well done.
Swag Tyler the fuck out. Or, as they used to say, rock'n'roll.