Here’s a guest review of Darko The Super’s Apocalyptic Bastard.
(Words by Bobby Brusberg)
As February rolls around and my New Years Resolution to stop getting excited over Beyoncé shatters, I think how glad I am it’s not 2016 anymore. Normally when someone or something famous dies I cry, but when 2016 expired I felt nothing but naïve hope knowing that 2017 had to be better. Of course years are just numbers and the world has always been kind of cruel, so 2017 has no reason to be better. But I think many Americans have collectively agreed that we are in a good spot for mass change. Making change is hard though, so sit back and relax with your favorite music before you get ready to put in work.
You’ll want to be in a good mood before you fight evil. A musical artist whom I enjoy almost too much goes by the name of Darko the Super, and you probably haven’t heard of him, so I’m gonna give you the goods on his latest album “Apocalyptic Bastard.” Full disclosure, Darko and I are Facebook friends, the most sinister conflict of interest known to humankind, so everything I say can and should be scanned for bias by you and your mom. I was almost an English minor, so I’ve been trained to read too deep into every form of art even when I’d rather not. I’ve naturally theorized what “Apocalyptic Bastard” means to me. You’ll disagree with me, I know damn well what I’m about to say wasn’t what the artist had in mind with his tracks but that’s art, baby. If you write a book about doorknobs people will talk about your unconscious desire to cuddle with mom. The purpose of art is to make people feel and think stuff, but that stuff is out of the artist’s control. To me on “Apocalyptic Bastard,” Darko vindicates his pessimistic outlook on life by highlighting the worst year in recent memory, successfully relating to his audience through a unified dislike of 2016.
I haven’t written a whack thesis statement in months. I feel whole again. Anyway, Darko opens with “Take My CD,” which sounds like the artist’s attempt to figure out why “no one” will listen to his stuff. The song explains Darko’s personal frustrations with his art. Darko understands that most people who work for a living for little pay are probably not willing to spend money on his music, and even if Darko gives his music out for free, people reject it because they have only so much time to themselves and don’t want to spend that time listening to his music. I imagine every creator encounters something like this. For example, when I write something that I think is decent and it doesn’t get the level of attention I expect it to, I start to wonder if maybe I just have no talent and will be miserable forever, for my craft will never be recognized by people besides Ma and Pa. Perhaps my writing doesn’t deserve recognition and if I continue to pursue my dreams I’ll live my life in constant self-doubt until I give up or die. “Take My CD” is a solid introduction to the album and Darko’s situation. Consider it a sort of theme.
Although the first track serves as a look into Darko’s individual struggle with gaining listeners, the album quickly and steadily branches out into activities that harsh everyone’s mellow. “Working for the Weak End” expands on the sentiments in the first track regarding people who work a full-time day job. Many folks spend much of their time working for someone else, making money so we can pay bills until we die. As someone who works 8 hours a day, I can say it truly feels hopeless more often than not. Darko the Super’s negative attitude may be off-putting to some people, but those same people might be more comfortable if they could relate to Darko’s rage. Enter “Donald Trump Sucks Cocks in Hell,” a song anyone can get down with. I think we’ve established that Donald Trump doesn’t deserve our respect, and Darko has a good time getting lyrically rude against the man with the best words. Donald Trump brought a lot of people (the whole damn planet) together through a common hatred of himself during his campaign last year, so this song may be Darko’s way of saying “Yeah I’m weird and my music is taboo, but you guys hate Donnie too, right?” Criticizing Donald Trump, who may be the worst part of 2016 and recorded history, is a way for Darko to stay true to his usual style of focusing on negative emotions, but also broaden his fanbase to more people without selling out. I’d wager there’s a large number of artists popping out trap beats every hour, searching for the golden hook that’s catchy enough for YouTube, all in an attempt to acquire cheese. But is money worth lying to yourself and being unhappy?