EARL SWEATSHIRT: I DON’T LIKE SHIT I DON’T GO OUTSIDE
I Don’t Like Shit I Don’t Go Outside …
Earl Sweatshirt’s sophomore album I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside… sounds like a Xanax hangover. Dark, jarring, jerky and aggressive, it is essentially a more succinct and affecting articulation of the feeling he seemed to be shooting for on his first LP Doris. Entirely self-produced (you might not know the young man has beats), it’s an unsettling ride. He has a singular handle on his craft. Various moments of the album are a clinic on penmanship as well as production. Earl finds the appropriate tone and voice for every moment. It’s a short ride. You may feel overwhelmed or perplexed after the first go round but you’ll probably be fishing for a quarter to give it another go. I can’t help but think of this album in conversation with Kendrick’s. While K. Dot gives us a cinematic narrative with a moral core and purpose in reaction to the moment, Earl’s work is an escape into self-loathing. Extremely personal, everything from the vocal performance to the production, sequencing and guests create a bizarre house of mirrors, each song contorting and morphing into something in some way misshapen. The result can be read as very dope rap music that is also a personal/political response to the young Black American experience.