Open Mike Eagle - Your Back Pack Past

We’re a bunch of old Fucks!

Here at Syffal there is more back hair than Zankou Chicken, more kids collectively than Octomom, testicles splashing in the water like cannon balls in the kiddie pool. There are more guts than glory… literally.

I think that despite having so many reasons to be jaded old pricks, we continue to embrace change. It’s not that we would ever try to morph into some skinny-jean-wearing hipster assholes, we just love music. Like really really love music.  Like 42 emails back and forth about nothing love.

I think that we'll be able to look back at this time and drool over all the ahead-of-its-fucking-time music. Open Mike Eagle is one of those artists. But for entirely different reasons. While rock starring out, grubbing mollies like a blood parrot, smashing white girl like Tiger Woods, and drinking like a fish, a thirsty fucking fish, Mike is calling BS.

I think it’s mostly because he’s an old fucker too. He’s seen y’all back in the day, blunt up in the ball cap with the sticker still fitted. He saw y’all digging for records at Beat Non Stop. He was reading up before class at the campus bookstore. He was making love and babies, y’all. Now he’s calling you out for trying to hide your backpack past, and it makes me want to kiss him on the lips. Ok maybe that’s too Frank Ocean and Murs and shit, but I’d definitely give him a high five or something.

Fellow mellow rapper Has-Lo holds his own and grounds the track to the nearest metal surface. I really enjoy being able to see the trajectory for some good guy artists, and Has-Lo is definitely one of ‘em.

So with PBR can in hand, and cameos from, among others, local art rap party hero VerBS and his beanie, and underground superhero Slug, Open Mike Eagle continues his ascent. And I’m happy for him. I really am.