Trap Music is Awful for Your Soul — I Blame #Dudes
For the past twelve months, all the cool kids spent a year in the trap. Hillary Clinton knows how to dab as a result.
2015 ‘s most popular music genre was an echo chamber for paper-thin introspection and promoting exotic drug habits, brought to you from Atlanta, Georgia.
Bruh bruh, we get it — you like Rick Owens and you trap off a flip phone when you’re not doing doughnuts in the 6ix. There’s gotta be more to life than becoming a living, breathing VSCO filter.
Call me old-fashioned, but I liked music better when everybody was bitching about something. How can Future complain when he’s got Blac Chyna draped around his neck? What the chart needs is a real sad boy, someone fresh to cry about love.
Then again, who needs boys? Alexandria of Awful Records (From Atlanta!) is doing a great job all by herself with her single “Pour” off the new EP, Promise. She didn’t need Father on the track, but the verse was short and sweet, so I can’t complain.
There won’t be any more, not another drop, if you keep on fuckin’ with my heart.
Meanwhile, in Baltimore, Acid R&B singer Beya Likhari uses punchy bass and crunchy synth harmonies to tell you what it’s like to be in love, and it’s great. Everything about Beya Likhari is great. She doesn’t even exploit the whole “Beya #bae” thing, which is… great.
Cause you are, yes you are my sugar rush. I have overdosed on your love.
So far this year, these girls are doing music better. Because of them, I resolved to stop listening to Future’s dumb ass come up with new ways to talk about all the drugs he doesn’t do. I like trap music and its subculture as much as the next sheltered youth, but if I hear Metro Boomin’s producer tag before the beat drops one more time in #2k16 I’m finna snap.
Sorry.
Pay no mind to the fact that right now, most male rappers can’t write a verse about heartache to save their lives. Check out some more of Alexandria and Beya Likhari instead.
