So a random, road weary collaboration between Sole, K-the-I???, and Bleubird?
I’m on the mother fucking bandwagon… late to the game but avid. I’m like all these spontaneously generating Los Angeles Kings fans a couple a weeks ago. We all know you don’t give a shit about hockey, you front running bastards! I don't either! Which is why my rage is more about you being bullshit than it is about caring about the whitest sport short of the PGA on the PLANETZ! (See what I did there?!) But here I am, listening to WACO BOYZ', YUNGPLANETZ EP and hoping for a parade through downtown LA, preferably to occupy all your mother fucking assholes with this raw shit, beeyatch! You should know how serious I am with this shit!
Yea, really not at all bruh.
YUNGPLANETZ is the result of a colab that could also be said to have spontaneously generated. In the 18th century it was still believed that maggots emerged magically from rotten meat, or moldy cheese grew rats. This record seems to have emerged from a stank ass combination of both. It’s hardly serious, and yet serious as Fuck. I know, but dude, it’s Sole! What’d you expect? The fucking album cover is an image of a 40 of Ole English being poured out onto the Davidian compound engulfed an ATF-ignited blaze, presumably for the dead homies going all crispy critters inside, and presided over by a pineapple in sunglasses, yo! A fucking pineapple in sunglasses! Yea!
In the end, as we now know, microorganisms are to blame for meat rotting and cheese going all penicillin-filled. We’ve also learned that microorganisms might be responsible for a this EP. What I mean is that I can’t think of a more independently minded trio than Tim, Kiki, and Jaques. Like microorganisms, each floats across the country infecting the atmosphere in every rest stop, diner, and shit hole bar with the disease of dissidence, rebellion, and freedom. That’s the theme of this record.
I heard it described as a potentially Atheist Jihad. And we get burner after burner of blunt smoke from bible papers, ya heard? But God isn’t the only target. From the all caps “YUNG” in the title, to songs titled, WhiteDvilz, and Rambo samples, it seems no one is safe, “9/11 on the cross… that’s real talk! Do the MOLOTOV, do the MOLOTOV!”
Self-described as an “unserious, belligerent piece of indie hip hop art”, WACO BOYZ', YUNGPLANETZ EP isn’t to be taken too seriously. Not in the sense that it should define any of the artists involved, or demonstrate a direction they are taking with their music. This EP seems like a good time had between a bunch of free thinking, gyspy good guys doing their best to piss off somebody before going back their organic gardens. It shouldn’t be taken seriously, but it definitely deals with some serious shit and in a seriously shit-talking manner. For the record, that’s why, while they may say it isn’t serious, I’m taking the time to share it with you godless heathens. Because I think you’ll seriously like it!