Fatmowf took no prisoners in his ferociously unfiltered hit, Buckshots, the Machiavellian standout from his new EP, Please Excuse My Dope Ass Swag, Vol. 1. With a tongue sharper than a guillotine and a charisma steeped in screwball swagger, the 23-year-old San Diego-based rapper, producer, designer, and director spat via the farcicality of modernity with a verbal sledgehammer. He introduced the noise from his makeshift studio closet and made the cultural decay echo louder than any major-label funds ever might.
In Buckshots, the world isn’t simply dragged into the sales space with him, it’s tied to a chair and dissected bar by bar. From TikTok pseudo-therapists who’ve turned narcissism into a celebration trick, to the white-noise hellscape of curated authenticity, Fatmowf makes use of his manufacturing like a strain cooker. There’s chaos, there’s filth, and all of it hits prefer it was ripped straight from the heart of Tyler, The Creator’s wildest early days, with the rabid starvation of a Beastie Boys deep lower chasing it down.
Sonically, it’s unapologetically unhinged. Visually, the 29-second DIY music video throws simply sufficient bait to get caught within the algorithm, but it surely’s the three-minute observe that does the bloodletting. Beneath the snark, Fatmowf’s sense of cultural obligation and sharpened satirical consciousness make him a fucking icon value backing. In a swamp of predictable punchlines and pseudo-deep nonsense, he’s carved out a nook for these of us nonetheless indignant sufficient to snort.
Buckshots is now obtainable on all main streaming platforms, together with Spotify.
Assessment by Amelia Vandergast