Music

Once upon a time, “underground” meant something. It meant: Do It Yourself. It meant rebellion. It meant going against the grain. It meant being yourself. It meant anti-corporate, raw, and uncompromising. But now? “Underground” is an A&R’s favorite word, a word they use to dilute our culture with mediocrity and talentless garbage!

Too many R&B albums pander to the worst of the bitter internet misandrist. Nowadays, R&B is often seen as the glorification of toxicity, emotional manipulation, dysfunction, unhealthy relationships, and mental instability. And somehow, nobody wants to address the elephant in the room!

Lil Uzi Vert has called himself a “Rockstar” so many times you’d think he invented the guitar, even though he can’t play one, can’t sell out a stadium, and can’t even pull off a proper world tour. The word ‘’Rockstar’’ has officially lost its meaning. That’s why the recent Wale vs. Ebro debate on Hot 97 shakes the culture like a reminder alarm: Is Lil Uzi Vert a rockstar, yes or no?

Pitchfork reviews music the same way narcissistic parents name their kids: with zero soul and way too much performance. These dimwits don’t review music. They chase moments. They are like a thirst-trapping influencer refreshing her notifications. They’re the escorts of music criticism: pay them enough, and suddenly your project is “important,” “genre-pushing,” and “redefining the conversation.”