If you ever needed evidence beyond the absurdist creations on Cupcake Wars–Cheeto topped cupcakes, anyone?—that the gourmet cupcake craze is over, rap group Odd Future have proven without a doubt that the frosted, twee fad food is absolutely dead.
Before Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All (OFWGKTA)–a foul-mouthed Los Angeles based rap group signed to Sony Records, fond of the usual conjugations and variants of that four-letter f-word; tired, overused, crude terms for women; expressions of violence including kidnapping, rape, and murder; sexual epithets; as well as expounding anti-gay sentiments–played Chicago’s Pitchfork Festival in what music critic Jim DeRogatis called
the most controversial booking in the seven-year history of the Pitchfork Music Festival
the band, accompanied by their publicist, passed out cupcakes to volunteers manning the festival’s outreach booths for LGBTQ awareness, domestic violence resources, and rape victim advocates– groups whose message was specifically geared
to counter what they [the organizations] saw as dangerous expressions of hate, violence and homophobia in Odd Future’s music.
DeRogatis called Odd Future an
unexceptional live hip-hop act, no better or worse than a hundred other mediocre ones you’ve seen before, albeit even more than usually foul-mouthed,
while Chicago Sun Times’ Thomas O’Connor recounted that
the 45-minute set was a very average hip-hop show…nothing radical.
In a break between songs (which O’Connor described as)
hate speech…more like listening to Oi! (a racist punk subgenre) without guitars
replete with plenty of
f–k you bitch…f–ckin ‘ho…smack you, bitch
ad nauseum, lead singer Tyler the Creator acknowledged the recipients of his cupcake diplomacy with
“A big shoutout to the domestic violence groups out here”
then launched into one of the group’s masterpieces “I Got a Gun (You Better Run).” I guess that passes as humor? Irony?
As Odd Future closed with “Pidgeons,” with its chorus of
Kill people, burn s—, f— school
Tyler the Creator dedicated
this beautiful song to everyone who don’t like me, every protester … everyone writing a faggot-ass review of this show.
And what did Tyler tweet to fans along a photo of himself holding a box of cupcakes out to a volunteer?
Went And Gave The People Who Don’t Like Us Some Cupcakes.
Yes, the cupcake is dead, its final death throes not cause by perky bakers with squeaky, childlike voices and frilly aprons squeezing swirls of rose-scented, pink sparkly butter cream onto variations of red velvet bombes; but by crass performers who shallowly grandstanded the treats as calculated sop for the ignorance they spew.
photo: screenshot from the Food Network show Cupcake Wars