Nights sleeping in a 1994 Toyota Corolla, 15-mile bike rides just to record in a frigid studio, raucous backyard shows, and other assorted moments of manic madness and feverish emotion seep into the stream-of-conscious punked-up, folked-out hip-hop-oetry of Hobo Johnson. With his wild hair, pin-thin mustache, and penchant for offbeat janky production, the Sacramento, CA musical outlier born Frank Lopes shares tales of suburban mythos and malaise Harmony Korine and Wes Anderson would be jealous off. These tales unfold across his full-length debut, The Rise of Hobo Johnson. "It's usually me spazzing out," he explains. "There's no overall theme or defined vision. The album is a collection of songs that reflect what's going on in my life at the moment through these elements of hip-hop, folk, and punk. For me, music is a way to get out all of my crazy feelings and thoughts."