Just read the following headline on NME.com: “Coldplay producer Brian Eno to release EP with British poet.” Really, fuckfaces? You really need those first two words?
Isaiah Toothtaker / Werdemup
I don’t go on much about music these days, not the way I did when I was younger. I’ve come to believe that the world just doesn’t have any more new, good music to offer me—that it’s a finite amount, and someday, maybe, I’ll hit the ceiling. Also, I’ve come to feel that much of the new shit that I would have slobbered over in my early twenties is really just recycled mediocrity. I’ve fallen out of love with a lot of the music I used to live by.
The last few years, my musical discoveries have been limited to the past: discovering solid stuff from decades past that I never dipped into before or returning to old favorites. The pleasures have been few. I’m wary of new music.
A couple months ago, though, my boyfriend found this video by a Tucson rapper and tattoo artist named Isaiah Toothtaker, and I pretty much shit my pants after a few listens/peeps (warning: violent imagery):
You can stream all of his stuff here. It’s maybe not for every one, but I love it, for the most part. And his new video came out today:
If only this guy would come play Texas, then I might actually stay up late and go to a show.