Odd Future
Scoot Inn, Friday, March 18By 4pm, the buzz surrounding Odd Future had reached such a frenzy that Scoot Inn’s fence blockade didn’t stand a chance. Seconds after Tyler, the Creator launched the thunderous “Sandwitches,” a line that’d wrapped clear around Fourth Street broke down the doors and bum-rushed damn near everything except for the sound booth. Los Angeles’ wolf pack loved it, stage diving and leading chants of “Wolf Gang SWAG” as Tyler and Hodgy Beats scaled the left speaker tower and broke into “French.” Tyler’s descent – a seven-foot, fully extended drop – sparked a riot, but Hodgy one-upped him, climbing onto the Scoot’s roof for a verse before plummeting 15 feet into a crowd more hyped than a devil’s brew. Domo Genesis’ extraterrestrial “Rolling Papers” smoked out for a minute before Tyler took over again. Leading “Yonkers” with “This is the song that’s gotten me about 30 million bitches and a big ass check!,” he then threw down “Earl,” “Radical,” and “Fuck the Police” before telling off the Thrasher employees who had crowded the stage. Forty-five minutes of transcendent artistic innovation packed under the guise of juvenile hell-raising. These dudes know they’re stars.
This article appears in March 18 • 2011.