Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Curtis Henderson at Good Danny's, Austin, Texas
It's hard to remember what they say about art. Is it weighed heavily toward the importance of inspiration or is the great art a result of more perspiration than anything else? It's likely different for everyone and even discussing such colloquial measures is a foolish exercise. The only reason that we even bring it up is that we've never really thought about exactly how all of this applies to smoking weed and then the art that comes after.
Brooklyn's Flatbush Zombies -- Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice and Erick Arc Elliott - make smoking weed sound entirely inspired and the amount of effort that they put into the activity is without question substantial, perhaps even staggering. And what comes from all of this smoking, besides the red eyes and the altered clarity, is art that oddly enough feels as if it's essential to this generation.
The Flatbush Zombies, whom we recorded in the same living room at South By Southwest just a day after we taped The Zombies, are the epitome of the rising trend of important and vibrant backpack hip-hop that's being made by spectacularly ambitious stoners, who are more hippies than zombies, but still prefer a darker blaze, a deeper and more sketchy haze. They find, in their clouds and their trees, those pointed and subversive ideas that question what it means to be a young-ish, struggling American man and what it means it feels like the light at the end of the tunnel is certainly a mirage. It's boiled down to something more micro than that, but it's essentially what they seem to be getting at. When the light is just a bunch of bullshit, it's hard not to think that it might only provide you with a flame for the next blunt.