Fatmowf tore through the cultural pantomime with vindicating Machiavellian venom in Buckshots –

Fatmowf took no prisoners in his ferociously unfiltered hit, Buckshots, the Machiavellian standout from his new EP, Please Excuse My Dope Ass Swag, Vol. 1. With a tongue sharper than a guillotine and a charisma steeped in screwball swagger, the 23-year-old San Diego-based rapper, producer, designer, and director spat through the farcicality of modernity with a verbal sledgehammer. He brought the noise from his makeshift studio closet and made the cultural decay echo louder than any major-label budget ever could.

In Buckshots, the world isn’t just dragged into the booth with him, it’s tied to a chair and dissected bar by bar. From TikTok pseudo-therapists who’ve turned narcissism into a party trick, to the white-noise hellscape of curated authenticity, Fatmowf uses his production like a pressure cooker. There’s chaos, there’s filth, and it all hits like it was ripped straight from the guts of Tyler, The Creator’s wildest early days, with the rabid hunger of a Beastie Boys deep cut chasing it down.

Sonically, it’s unapologetically unhinged. Visually, the 29-second DIY music video throws just enough bait to get caught in the algorithm, but it’s the three-minute track that does the bloodletting. Beneath the snark, Fatmowf’s sense of cultural duty and sharpened satirical awareness make him a fucking icon worth backing. In a swamp of predictable punchlines and pseudo-deep nonsense, he’s carved out a nook for those of us still angry enough to laugh.

Buckshots is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify.

Review by Amelia Vandergast