Fatmowf tore through the cultural pantomime with vindicating Machiavellian venom in Buckshots

Fatmowf took no prisoners in his ferociously unfiltered hit, Buckshots, the Machiavellian standout from his new EP, Please Excuse My Dope Ass Swag, Vol. 1. With a tongue sharper than a guillotine and a charisma steeped in screwball swagger, the 23-year-old San Diego-based rapper, producer, designer, and director spat through the farcicality of modernity with a verbal sledgehammer. He brought the noise from his makeshift studio closet and made the cultural decay echo louder than any major-label budget ever could. In Buckshots, the world isn’t just dragged into the booth with him, it’s tied to a chair and dissected bar by bar. From TikTok pseudo-therapists who’ve turned narcissism into a party trick, to the white-noise hellscape of curated authenticity, Fatmowf uses his production like a pressure cooker. There’s chaos, there’s filth, and it all hits like it was ripped straight from the guts of Tyler, The Creator’s wildest early days, with the rabid hunger of a Beastie Boys deep cut chasing it down. Sonically, it’s unapologetically unhinged. Visually, the 29-second DIY music video throws just enough bait to get caught in the algorithm, but it’s the three-minute track that does the bloodletting. Beneath the snark, Fatmowf’s sense of cultural duty […] The post Fatmowf tore through the cultural pantomime with vindicating Machiavellian venom in Buckshots appeared first on A&R Factory.

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Fatmowf took no prisoners in his ferociously unfiltered hit, Buckshots, the Machiavellian standout from his new EP, Please Excuse My Dope Ass Swag, Vol. 1. With a tongue sharper than a guillotine and a charisma steeped in screwball swagger, the 23-year-old San Diego-based rapper, producer, designer, and director spat through the farcicality of modernity with a verbal sledgehammer. He brought the noise from his makeshift studio closet and made the cultural decay echo louder than any major-label budget ever could. In Buckshots, the world isn’t just dragged into the booth with him, it’s tied to a chair and dissected bar by bar. From TikTok pseudo-therapists who’ve turned narcissism into a party trick, to the white-noise hellscape of curated authenticity, Fatmowf uses his production like a pressure cooker. There’s chaos, there’s filth, and it all hits like it was ripped straight from the guts of Tyler, The Creator’s wildest early days, with the rabid hunger of a Beastie Boys deep cut chasing it down. Sonically, it’s unapologetically unhinged. Visually, the 29-second DIY music video throws just enough bait to get caught in the algorithm, but it’s the three-minute track that does the bloodletting. Beneath the snark, Fatmowf’s sense of cultural duty […]

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