Its just like Ponyboy Curtis said when he laid that Robert Frost poem on Johnny in The Outsiders: Nothing Gold Can Stay. When it comes to pomp and pretense, Atlantas music scenes have long since popped that cherry. From Buckhead to Bankhead, weve been known to ball till we fall. But many of this years After Dark Critics Picks share a thread of another color theyve chosen the less traveled road to riches.
Be it a transplant MC whos garnered underground buzz without dropping mixtape the first, or a homegrown DIY label busily spawning the citys next generation of errant rock, theres something pure and full of expectancy about this moment in time.
With all the overexposure our city gets for pumping out commercially successful, somewhat disposable pop, its refreshing to take note of the burgeoning scenes and rising talent reimagining Atlantas musical identity. Indeed, weve got plenty to celebrate. And it aint trickin if you got it.