Call me old-fashioned, but I believe the word “lore” should be reserved for the truly mythological—blood oaths, miracles, golden fleeces, snakes for hair, that kind of thing. But then there’s Drain Gang, whose eldritch vision of rap represents peak e-boy cool, and whose de facto leader, Bladee, is exalted by gothic teenagers, esoteric shitposters, and pop It Girls alike. As a musician and “historical online figure,” to borrow a quote from Lil B the Based God, his lore is so heavy that he feels almost out of reach—in this world but not of it, to paraphrase John the Apostle. So I am certain that our plan to meet at his house will fall through until he appears on WhatsApp, sending his train stop and an address in a message that self-deletes after a day.
Read Full Article »
