I’ve followed his career and noticed a maturity develop, a softening of sorts, the decision to opt for woozy stoner romance over grim and graphic bile. It’s based on things I made when I was super young, when no one was listening.” “I’m bummed out because it’s like, dude, I’m not homophobic. ”I’m getting treated like a terrorist,” he told the Guardian in 2015. They’ve even propelled him into legal troubles after he was prevented from performing in both the UK and Australia, labelled as a threat. I’ve found this especially problematic with the music of Tyler, the Creator, the 26-year-old provocateur whose lyrics have often aimed to shock and repulse, whether addressing violence against women (“Punch a bitch in her mouth just for talkin’ shit”) or his apparent disgust at gay men (“Come take a stab at it, faggot, I pre-ordered your casket”).
