Lashes and Lace Tee

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2hollis is proof that being a nepo baby doesn't automatically ruin you, it just means you had really specific taste modeled for you early. His dad drums for Tortoise, his mom co-founded Owsla and runs a PR firm that's shaped half of underground music culture, and Hollis Frazier-Herndon spent his childhood in that ecosystem before deciding the correct move was to make "medieval trap" under a project called Open Swords of Ten. That's not a typo. Before he was 2hollis, he was essentially LARPing as a fantasy bard with 808s, which tells you everything about how seriously this guy takes the idea of a bit versus how seriously he takes the actual craft underneath it.

The production is where the abrasiveness lives, and it's clearly on purpose. He builds his tracks out of the PC Music playbook, globular synths, metallic clatter, vocals chopped and pitched until they barely register as human, then jams that against rage-rap's blown-out 808s until the whole thing sounds like a phone getting run over by a Zamboni. It shouldn't work as pop music. It works anyway, well enough that Ken Carson brought him on tour, Lorde brought him on tour, and Deftones' Chino Moreno came out and said the kid does something like nothing else out there, which is a genuinely wild co-sign for a 22-year-old making music this deliberately ugly.

But the fashion is the real thesis statement, and 2hollis has been unsubtle about it, up to and including writing a song literally called "Style" that The Fader reviewed with the headline "Who needs substance?" He performs in just jeans half the time, cuffed and clingy in a way that's dragging 2016 skinny-jean Tumblr aesthetics back from the dead, hair a mess, eyeliner smudged just enough to make gender norms visibly uncomfortable. It's a strategy, not an accident. He's said flatly that he thinks of himself as an object, something you view and watch rather than a person you get to know, and stripping his own image down to almost nothing, no elaborate stage costume, just denim and vibes, turns him into a mirror his fans can project themselves onto instead of a persona they're just consuming from a distance.

Put the three pieces together, the childhood built on a strange but real music pedigree, the production that treats noise and distortion as a genre unto itself, and the fashion minimalism engineered to make the audience the actual subject, and you get an artist who's less interesting for any one song than for how completely he's turned himself into a whole aesthetic operating system. GQ ran a profile calling him a guy who grew up on Minecraft and now hosts "primordial mosh pits," which might be the single most accurate seven-word description of what a 2hollis show actually is: chaos, dressed extremely well, for people who grew up building their whole identity inside a screen.