This year, Halloween falls on a weekend.

BLK HRTS return with ten trailer park flattening songs that approximate the feeling of trying to stop a hurricane with plywood. I’ve already let loose predictable screeds comparing their goth-industrial rap with barb wire textures to more recent devotees of minimalism. No need to set up false binaries, even if the comparisons make sense. The […]

I’m just going to put it out there. If you’re feverish from Kanye’s fusion of industrial, goth, and laser tag, there is no excuse not to ride with the BLKHRTS. The media has the bad habit of hailing only pop stars as visionaries, when anyone paying attention knows that there are often a dozen underground […]

When Zilla first told me about the concept behind Wu-Tang Pulp, I thought it was a terrible idea. The Wu canon is inviolate. There is no way to improve a song like “Bring the Pain” when Method Man raps as smooth and stellar as nutella. A banger like “Fish” is better than even pot-encrusted Branzino. […]

The longer your feet wrinkle in the swamp that is pro scribing, the more you realize that who blows up is often about co-signs, management, location, and malleability to become a meme. I appreciate what Death Grips do, but remove Zach “Hella” Hill from the algorithm and they’re screamo rappers from Sacramento. Maybe great ones, […]

In the words of Zilla Rocca, you need more suicide goth pimp rap in your life. The BLK HRTS also dropped a new mixtape a few weeks ago. I planned on reviewing it about eight days in a row, but I find it tough to listen to when it’s 70 degrees out. Provided it’s still […]

As a prelude to their next EP, Sextape, the BLKHRTS are dropping a track a week for the next two months. So expect to see a lot of dissonant shredded larynx art rap in this space. More M.O.P. meets Morrissey, replete with hellhound rasps about girls and devils and heaven and reverends and deliverance. This […]

Mood: Currently resisting the urge to scrawl a tedious screed aimed at print publications and critics who rarely write about hip-hop unless it’s to weigh in on the moral quandaries presented by rape-rap and America’s favorite gay not-gay rapper. It’s the music journo equivalent of royal wedding coverage. That’s neither a critique on talent nor […]

Sach O grew up black hearted. Sometimes, good music finds you. A few weeks ago, Zilla sent us a link to the BLKHRTS Bandcamp page, claiming they were like ” M.O.P meets Morrissey,” a risky if intriguing proposition. A few streams and an EP purchase later, I was hooked with the combination of 2K10 production, […]