up and at them!

after being a huge fan of his music, I unsubscribed from Aussie hip-hop artist 360’s mailing list. There was a the usual “why are you unsubscribing?” question, and the last one was “Other (please feel free to give a reason)” and I felt oddly compelled to fill that out:

I’m no longer a fan of what 360 is calling “music” any more, or even what he’s become, nor do I like the banale direction that he’s trying to guide Aussie hip-hop in. Watching the clip for Mama Mia, it’s like I’m watching a completely different person. I don’t get his sudden need for the collection of bad tattoos that are seemingly put together in a weird hodge-podge manner with no rhyme or reason which reeks of someone just filling up space for the sake of filling up space, and weird attempts at being ironic in his Mickey Mouse clothes, or his 1995 NBA Finals cap that he only bought a few months ago. I dunno, I wish him all the best in his success and I have nothing but love for the man. I know how hard he’s worked for it, so I congratulate him on where he’s at now, but I find it all to be a weird affectation masking the man he actually is. 

In the words of Regurgitator “I like your old stuff better than your new stuff”. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to dig up my copy of the Forthwrite EP.

A bit of a back-handed compliment at times, I know, but watching one of your favourite MCs turn into this awful artist who’s just interested in the ARIA charts, and being patted on the back for his latest album which is so incredibly boring and banal that I have problems telling one track from another, that I feel oddly hurt by how shit his music has become, especially given the change he seems to have made as a person, or at least, the change in the person that he’s trying to portray.

RIP 360