The dawn of so-called 'frat-rap' is upon us, or so I'm told. Better yet - I hear that Greater Boston is the hub of this semi-surreal misogynistic hipster-hop spin-off movement.

If that's indeed the case, then it's important to celebrate all the college-styled party cats who came before Asher Roth and Sam Adams, and who opened doors for this sort of thing.

If I tried to write about every one of the 30-or-so rappers set to collectively slap Unity Fest at The Paradise next Thursday, I wouldn’t have time to fuck around on Facebook and Twitter all day. It would also be a waste of time considering how much I’ve already written about so many of the marquee artists.