When: Tue., April 7, 7 p.m. 2015
The Odd Future crew closed the gap between churlish teenage skaters commercial rap, but the group’s most prominent emcee (next to Tyler, the Creator) was Earl Sweatshirt, who appeared standoffish, even from his own circle. His parents sent him away for a year, he returned to fame, and ever since he’s made music evocative of isolation. The title of his second proper album is I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside, and it sounds suitably claustrophobic and interior — little more than beats made from industrial crud underpin Earl’s understated, aloof flow, with flashes of anger and distrust in response to perceived slights. That’s all it needs. While Earl, shifty and a little paranoid, retreats from commercial conventions he’s ingratiating himself to malcontent rap fans. On Tuesday, he plays at the Warfield (982 Market St., San Francisco). Turns out, a lot of people relate.