Pretty Flowers
in the Garden my ASS!
Let me back up a second.
What comes to mind when you think of “pretty flowers
in the garden”? Bucolic scenes of freshness and life, right? Color and
sunlight, cultivated beauty? Yeah, me too – I think about that and I’m shot
full of whatever the relaxation equivalent of endorphins is. Nothing like
sitting out on the porch in the shade of a late spring afternoon, listening to
the bees buzz and watching the clouds drift.
But that’s not what I’m getting here with Pretty Flowers in the Garden by
Futureslum.
Maybe I should have seen it coming – something called
“Futureslum” almost certainly wouldn’t have a sunny disposition if you think
about it. Probably leans more toward the urban decay end of the spectrum (and “urban
decay” is an almost exact synonym in this case). OK, I definitely should have seen it coming. Futureslum plays the beat
tape thing into the ground, like literally crushing the genre with all
Futureslum’s weight until the whole thing sounds like it was discovered by a
forensics team sifting through the wreckage of a blown-up bank vault. Insert “CSI”
joke here (I can’t think of a good one).
Even the beats get sandblasted away after a while,
and the tone is just thick and strewn with rubble. The two sides track the pace
of weathering and neglect, until all we’re left with is a stretch of cracked
asphalt studded with new shoots growing out of it. This is going to keep going
folks – it’ll keep happening until the plants have reclaimed the city. And then
there’ll be pretty flowers in a brand new
garden.