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I don’t have the time or space to quote specific lyrics, because the song from front to back is cornier than Nebraska and a complete and utter refutation of artistic merit. By continuing to make the news with his occasional attempts at addressing larger issues, he’s pulled the wool over all of our eyes, incorrectly positing himself as a hip hop artist with a “message” and “voice.” Don’t you realize that this boy just won’t stop softly intoning his jagged verses from the twilight of what can appropriately be considered hip hop emceeing into our ears, despite the fact that the majority of this album consists of inconsistent, nearly incoherent, superficially quirky interjections about absoFUCKINGlutely nothing?īut perhaps the most egregious misstep contained on the album (and that’s saying a lot) is “Let’s Eat,” a song about procrastinating on a diet that sounds like something I would have written as a parody track in high school health class because I didn’t want to make a poster for a project. If this were the case, he would be like Lil Dicky, and I could rest easy at night knowing that soon society at large will deservingly quarantine him into obscurity, tired of the joke and excited for the next memester fuckwad to release a “clever” or “fun” music video on Youtube. What’s frustrating is that Macklemore almost seems to be on the precipice of realizing he’s a complete waste of space with nothing legitimate to say, content with churning out half-assed ruminations on what it’s like to be white and alive in 2016 (how exciting). “ I woke up, threw some sweat pants on/ Then I fed my cat and then I walked to the mini mart/ And I really want a donut, shouldn’t get a donut/ Bought a donut, fuck it man it’s really hard” (“Let’s Eat”) “ Made an Instagram for my cat/ And my cat doesn’t even rap/ And got more followers than you/ Hold up, let me get my cat a bar/ She’s filthy, hey Cairo come here baby/ (Meow) Now my cat’s more famous than you ever will be” (“Brad Pitt’s Cousin”) “ I went to the moped store, said ‘Fuck it’/ Salesman’s like ‘What up, what’s your budget?’/ And I’m like ‘Honestly, I don’t know nothing about mopeds’/ He said ‘I got the one for you, follow me’” (“Downtown”) Or at least, that’s what his marketing campaign would suggest, with “progressive” and “powerful” releases such as the infamous “Same Love” and the recent “White Privilege II.” I’ve done you a favor and compiled some of the most impactful lyrics over the course of THIS UNRULY MESS I’VE MADE: Macklemore has taken the tacit approval of white suburban teenagers that were happy someone was finally connecting to them through raps acknowledging the fact that they were tasteless culture leeches who dressed in quirky clothes to disguise their nonexistent personalities and ran with it to the finish line, where he now fashions himself some sort of viable commentator on modern social trends and issues. This is technically a bonus track, but Jesus Christ…
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It’s OK to like the things you like, and you shouldn’t let the tastemakers and tastemongers of the world make you feel as if your preferences and predilections are somehow lesser because you can’t list obscure lo-fi Yugoslavian black metal off the top of your head, UNLESS YOU’RE STILL REPPING MACKLEMORE AFTER HEARING THIS NECROTIC, ABJECT, PUTRID BLASPHEMY AGAINST THE INSTITUTIONS OF HIP HOP AND MUSIC IN GENERAL.
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Well, although it pains me to say it, after listening to THIS UNRULY MESS I’VE MADE, I’m left with no choice but to amend that sentiment. Although you should read it, I’ll sum up the general implicit conclusion: it’s OK to like the things you like, and you shouldn’t let the tastemakers and tastemongers of the world make you feel as if your preferences and predilections are somehow lesser because you can’t list obscure lo-fi Yugoslavian black metal off the top of your head. On January 1st of 2016, I published a piece discussing the lessons I learned from listening to 1,000 albums in 2016. Favorite Tracks: The first three seconds of “Brad Pitt’s Cousin”