Album Review: Earl Sweatshirt - I Don't Like Shit. I Don't Go Outside.
First and foremost, fuck 2015.
It’s pretty early for me to write off an entire year like
this, but once you’ve cradled the lifeless body of a member of your family in
your arms, there isn’t much that’s going to make things any better, no matter
if there is still, like, nine months left before this shit show is over.
Sorry.
One of my rabbits passed away on February 22nd.
It was completely unexpected and it was horrible. We’ve been through loss
before, and I’ve written extensively about it around this place (and elsewhere
too) but neither my wife nor myself were prepared to handle it again, and both
of us our on some “True Detective” McConnaughy-level “everything is
meaningless” nihilistic shit right now because of this.
Earl Sweatshirt hasn’t been outside in a minute. He
confesses that by the time the fourth track, “Grief,” arrives on his second
major label album, the aptly, and perfectly, titled I Don’t Like Shit. I Don’t Go Outside. Admittedly I slept on his debut, 2013’s Doris. I reread my
piece on it, since that was a long time ago, and I’ve slogged through, like
200+ albums since then. At the time I said liked the beats, but I couldn’t
identify with Earl as a rapper.
Living up to its title, I
Don’t Like Shit sounds like a nightmare stumbling around in the darkness.
It’s a relentless, claustrophobic listen—the beats are ominous and unnerving,
and Earl, who on “Grief” says he “livin
what I wrote” sounds like he hasn’t seen sunlight in days.
At 21, in an interview with NPR (go figure) Earl says that
he’s “grown.” Maybe he’s no longer the kid from the Odd Future collective that
was sent away to a boarding school for at-risk kids, missing the rest of his
clique’s moment in the sun. Maybe he’s no longer the 19 year old with his eyes
closed on the cover of Doris, or the
troubled teen who released Earl as a
mixtape in 2010.
At 21, Earl is far from old, but on I Don’t Like Shit, he’s fucking tired of bullshit. You can hear it
in his low, stream of consciousness delivery—sometimes slow, sometimes
breathlessly delivered, like he is desperate to get his point across. You can
hear it when he talks about missing his grandmother, about drinking too much
and taking too many pills, in how he hates dealing with fame but he loves the
fact that he’s made money from rapping.
Possibly distancing himself from the Odd Future collective
(none of the other members appear on I
Don’t Like Shit in guest spots), Earl continues to progress as an artist.
It’s an impressive album—and outside of the stellar production work (the codeine
drip, warbled beats of “Grief” are astounding in and of themselves), and Earl’s
commendable earnestness in his delivery—what may be the most impressive thing
is the fact that it’s an incredibly existential, nihilistic experience—Earl
sets a tone early on and never lets up. And while an album like Kendrick
Lamar’s To Pimp a Butterfly (also a
surprise Internet release, much like this album) is being touted for its larger
social ideas, I Don’t Like Shit is
focused on one’s self.
It’s also impressive that in being an existential listen,
it’s not too smart for its own good—it’s not thinking person’s hip hop like A
Tribe Called Quest, Mos Def, or what The Roots used to be like before they were
domesticated by Jimmy Fallon. Earl is clever on this album, but he’s still got
both hands in the streets: it’s gritty, violent, depraved, and profane.
The only problem with I
Don’t Like Shit is that it’s too short—ten songs, many of them just over a minute
long, totaling a little over a half hour in running time. But maybe that’s just long enough. Maybe you don’t want
too much of a good thing, especially if the good thing is such a demanding
listen. There’s no radio friendly song on I
Don’t Like Shit. Yes, sure, some of
the production creates memorable beats, and the call/response of “Sweat
(sweat)/Shirt (shirt)” on “Mantra” is catchy—this is meant to be ingested as a
whole.
In 2013, I wondered about how memorable Doris was going to be, and if it’s something we’d still be talking
about in years to come. I honestly don’t remember anything off of that album—perhaps
it had to do with the lack of cohesion from having too many cooks in the
kitchen when it came to producing. In the same NPR interview, Earl said he
feels like this album is really his
debut, which is maybe why in between the album’s first and second track, a
voice says “And now, a formal introduction.”
If this is serving as a formal introduction to Earl
Sweatshirt, I Don’t Like Shit. I Don’t Go
Outside shows Earl as a fearless talent. It’s an album that is speaking
volumes to me right now at this point in my life—maybe the title has something to
do with that. Maybe we all have an element to Earl Sweatshirt in us—constantly wanting
to grow past what we used to be; and more importantly—tired of all the fucking
bullshit.
If there’s a thesis statement for 2015, it’s this album.
I Don't Like Shit. I Don't Go Outside is available now as a digital download with a physical release in April, via Columbia.
I Don't Like Shit. I Don't Go Outside is available now as a digital download with a physical release in April, via Columbia.
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