Rhymes and riffs incite more change than bullets and bombs ever could.
Not long after the Vietnam War, Bad Brains rallied a Rastafarian punk spirit against the
international blight of apartheid and the coked-out corporate greed synonymous with eighties America. Taking aim at endemic
and institutional racism, Public Enemy spoke up against the Fear of a Black Planet only four months before Operation Desert
Shield descended on the Middle East. Bringing blue brutality to the forefront of the zeitgeist, N.W.A. chanted “Fuck Tha Police,”
and Body Count went primal on the whole program via “Cop Killer.” Rising from the same streets that gave the world Dr. Dre
and eventually Kendrick Lamar, Fishbone tackled poverty and urged for social justice. The list of sonic rebels goes on and
In 2018, the United States of America feels ripe for a musical uprising. Divided more than ever in its 242-year history over
systemic issues of immigration, race, class warfare, inequality, and misogyny, the time for change is now. The band is The
Comprised of vocalist Jason Aalon Butler [ex-letlive.], drummer Aric Improta [Night Verses], and guitarist Stephen Harrison
[ex-the Chariot], the Los Angeles trio lock and load gnashing guitars, guttural beats, and brazenly bold bars and then pull
the trigger on a hard-hitting hybrid of hip-hop, punk, and activism.
“The movement is much greater than the music,” exclaims Butler. “The art is only a contingent piece. We want to make sure
we’re just as involved in the activism and actual activation. By no means do we expect other artists to take on this task.
Most of the people who made big improvements were either assassinated or just called crazy. We make it ostensibly clear that
everything we do is in an active effort for change. It’s about bringing back that socio-political mindfulness. We’re trying
to write the soundtrack to the revolution that we know is about to happen.”
In the midst of America’s 2017 socio-political upheaval, the singer—a self-described “bi-racial double agent who’s got a black
father and a white mother”—could feel the weight “of the divisions we’ve created because of race.” After meeting Travis Barker
of blink-182 by chance, he spent Super Bowl Sunday with the iconic drummer and mutual friend producer John Feldman. That day,
this unholy triumvirate’s conversation inspired the songs that would eventually comprise The Fever 333’s 2018 debut.
“We started talking about black punk rock,” he recalls. “Punk rock and hip-hop are one-in-the-same. They’re always flying
the flag of channeling art from discord. Travis and John supported my desire to create something a little dangerous that was
subservice: musically and in ethos. We opened the floodgates together.”
Around this time, the frontman made a conscious decision to disband letlive., which he founded 15 years before. Equally inspired
by the teachings of Angela Davis and the words of “hood prophets” in his native “Section 8 Inglewood,” Butler’s future agenda
became etched in stone.
“I appreciate my accomplishments in letlive.,” he says. “I wanted to move forward towards a very clear-cut and specific vision.
Personally, artistically, mentally, emotionally, and politically, I’m very radical, left-leaning, and unapologetic in what
I believe. That’s the only way to accomplish anything, whether contemporary or long-term. letlive. had done what it was supposed
to. It was time for a new era.”
Feverishly writing, each session yielded more tunes. Last summer, The Fever 333 made their live debut—quite appropriately—on
July 4, 2017. They hijacked the parking lot of infamous L.A. staple Randy’s Donuts (Notably, it’s a stone’s throw from South
Central where the vocalist grew up). This “Political Pool Party” preceded the storm to come.
Every element made a statement—even the lineup.
“We’ve got a black guitar player, mixed race singer, and white drummer,” he goes on. “There’s a purpose.”
On their upcoming EP, that purpose can be felt loud and clear. Fittingly, their sonic declaration of independence, “We’re
Coming In,” culminates on the sharp scream, “We’re coming in, motherfucker!”
“It’s about pulling the fuck up at The White House and having a discourse with our current administration and cabinet about
how what they’re doing affects us,” he sighs. “The middle class will soon be eradicated. We’re showing face in hopes to create
an empathetic capsule.”
“Hunting Season” stands among a long lineage of anthems for “people of color versus the authority and that vicious cycle.”
“Made In America” ignites a clarion call of buzzsaw riffing, a volley of vicious verses, and another powder keg chant.
“This country’s wealth and success were built on the backs of slaves,” he sighs. “We’re all immigrants. It’s about the fucking
facts. The people in power benefit from that.”
“Walking In My Shoes” doesn’t just title another banger; it serves as the banner for The Fever 333’s activism. The Walking
In My Shoes Foundation will host speakers, launch art installations, promote storytellers, and benefit partner charities such
as Downtown Los Angeles-based Inner City Arts, The ACLU, Southern Poverty Law Center, and more.
In the end, the revolution truly starts with The Fever 333.
“‘The Fever’ involves self-possessed autonomous human beings spreading an idea of understanding and empathy from one mind
to another,” he leaves off. “It’s infectious. Three is the magic number. The strongest shape in geometry is the triangle with
its three points. ‘C’ is the third letter in the alphabet. The ‘Three C’s’ are ‘Community, Charity, and Change.’ The people
who want to invest in this are as fucking important as we are. By invest, I don’t mean sales or awards; I mean success towards
making this revolution a reality. Our generation has so much power. We have these systems in place that are completely fucked,
but we’re up next. If we can rally together and cultivate this strength and solidarity, I believe we can be the change.”