The difference between us and this made-up father is that, unlike us, he has a definitive “back-in-my-day” upon which to base any argument against this “new bullshit on the radio.” Titled as it was, and authored by someone as revolutionary as he is, Young Thug’s latest LP was ostensibly slated to play that role for our generation. What saddens me after hearing Young Thug’s “Punk” is that the term still conjures the same exact picture in my head as it did before: someone’s sweaty, shaggy-haired dad toting a red solo cup at a Germs concert in a Polaroid dated 1978.
“Punk” conventionally denotes the storm by force of bluesy ballads and kumbaya guitar-school riffs by disillusioned youths, militant in their collective appetite for revolution. In many ways, contemporary hip-hop has taken over spaces once exclusive to last century’s rock and roll movement-the mosh pit isn’t at a Ramones show, it’s at a Playboi Carti concert society isn’t terrified of Mick Jagger, it’s terrified of Lil Nas X the mystically controversial genius isn’t Lou Reed, it’s Kanye West. When I hear the term “punk,” I immediately think of and expect innovation. And with “Punk,” he can tack another feat onto the list of accomplishments: he’s failed to deliver on an album that was supposed to be revolutionary. He redefined a city long run by the likes of OutKast and Gucci Mane. In many ways-more than just amusingly helping Lil Durk work something out on a studio laptop, or ushering numerous admirers into the spotlight until they take over-Thug has established himself as a father to hip-hop’s burgeoning next chapter. Literally: when a Rolling Stone journalist interviewed him over several days this past summer, most of Thug’s time was spent with real estate agents helping him clear a mansion for his mother, and a separate plot of land for the benefit of his Atlanta hometown.
Screenshots from over the years see her logging off of a live video after Thug commented “that’s enough get off live baby,” her impulsively posting “ I HATE MY DAD ” to her story and, finally, adding him to an exclusive block list simply captioned “EVERYBODY WEIRD.” It’s crazy though, because if I were Young Thug’s daughter, I would have blocked him on Instagram too.ĭon’t get me wrong-Young Thug is one of the most wholesome, humanitarian figures in modern-day hip-hop, someone whose everyday business concerns purchasing sports cars and luxury properties for those part of his ever-expanding circle. One of my favorite pieces of internet history is the ongoing Instagram correspondence between Young Thug and his 8 year-old daughter, Mari Meg.
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