Goblin hobs along, doesn’t live up to hype

By Matthew Bramlett |Staff Writer|

“Don’t do anything I say in this song,” says Tyler the Creator at the beginning of his song “Radicals”, “It’s fiction. If anything happens, don’t blame me, white America.”

With that random disclaimer, Tyler the Creator sets the tone for Goblin, his second album, which can be accurately described as fifteen songs of pure lyrical destruction.

Tyler and his friends, the hip-hop collective OFWGKTA (Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All), have been riding high on the fabled “Internet hype machine”, garnering an unbelievable amount of attention in a relatively short amount of time.

With all this hype, there’s certainly a lot riding on this album. Let’s be honest here, in this age of instant gratification and high expectations, the Internet Generation isn’t exactly forgiving.

With that said, Goblin is good, but not great. Tyler and his cronies have blasted out a record that stands head and shoulders above most hip-hop releases this year, but fails to satisfy the demands of a legion of fans who were expecting something impossibly amazing.

Much like Tyler’s first album, Bastard, Goblin begins in the office of Tyler’s inner therapist/conscience. The first and title track is a seven-minute long manifesto that outlines Tyler’s grievances with society, the media, his alleged suicidal behavior and the trappings of his new-found fame.

“I’m not a fucking role model,” the song begins, “I’m just a 19-year-old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams.”

Tyler’s self-deprecating nature comes into focus throughout the 80- minute record, with frequent references to his masturbatory habits, among other things.

“She”, one of the smoother tracks on the album, is all about a hypothetical girl of Tyler’s dreams that is held together well by Frank Ocean’s impressive crooning skills. “Yonkers” is clearly the best track on the album, with a beat that one can listen to repeatedly without the risk of it getting stale.

Not all songs on the album reach the kind of heights that “Yonkers” does. “Radicals” seems clunky and dumb, with Tyler screaming at his minions to “Kill people, burn shit, fuck school” throughout the overlong song. Yeah, okay dude. We get it. You’re a radical.

The harsh and vulgar  lyrics are clearly the main catalysts on this album. Tyler raps with reckless abandon, killing all of his friends and dreaming of rape and murder.

But as the album drags on, Tyler’s shock-value lyrics and rhyme schemes (he manages to rhyme ‘estrogen’ with ‘pedestrians’ in the first track) begin to feel redundant.

Despite the weaker aspects of the album, there’s no doubt that Goblin is destined to become one of the most talked about albums of the year.

However, it might be only a matter of time before the Hype Machine runs out of gas and the denizens of the “Internet Generation” move on to something newer.



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