Weerd Science is Josh Eppard. He’s a ferocious musician; the best live drummer I’ve ever seen. He can stand up next to any rapper, on any stage, in any situation. He can sing like a motherfucker. He once wore the same pair of shorts for 53 straight days.
But does that really tell you anything? The facts never tell the story.
When I first heard Weerd Science, I was blown back. It was scary. Intense. Fast. Confrontational. He lived less than 10 miles from me for a decade, and yet he described a world I never saw. It was like the streets I walked down day after day had frayed edges. Josh was there in the corners, pulling at those strands, and peeling back the veneer to expose all of the life scurrying from the light and back into the comfort of dark, dark nights.
Weerd Science lived there. He saw things. Did things. And then around the campfire, he captivated us with stories of a life that none of us would have survived. Other rappers closed their eyes and tried to wow you with their tales of fantasy. Josh kept his eyes open, focused, and told us exactly what the car wreck looked like as he rolled by – the blood, brains and viscera that he wasn’t afraid to dig his hands down into, re-assembling the pieces into music that sounded unlike anything I had ever heard.
This is vital. Alive. Put it up next to what’s on the radio today, and it’s laughable. No one else is telling these stories. No one else has this gut-wrenching effect. It demands your full attention. It will make you sweat and think and laugh and wonder. And then there’s no going back.
Welcome to the other side.