One of the worst things to happen to music was the idea that art can be used as a hustle without regard for the craft. Thankfully, South Florida’s XXXTentacion rejects the notion that music is a cash crab.
On 17, he continues his genre-defining ways as he spits, hisses, croons and sings his way through his thoughts which often feel like they come in the darkest of nights.
At this point, he’s leaving rap behind as he chooses to harmonize over acoustic guitars on “Depression & Obsession.”
Landing with heartbreak, the singer/songwriter vibrations demand attention for all of its two minutes and twenty-four seconds.
Lyrically, the record paints a vivid picture of raw emotion.
Depression and obsession doesn’t mix well
I’m poisoned and my body doesn’t feel well
I hate her, it’s hard to love how I feel my stomach turning
Make out hill, where we met
We let our lips do all the talking and now I’m nothing
Depression and obsession don’t mix well
And all I think I’m just obsessed with you
Some will note the lack of shit talking and club songs as a weakness. But the reality of the situation is that real records are snapshots of where someone is at that point in their lives.
Whether it’s the semi-metallic guitars that line “Save Me”, the dramatic piano chords that decorate “Orlando” or the soul-infused “Jocelyn Flores,” it can’t be denied that 17 is the end result of hardcore truth.
And truth is what we’ve been missing in this scene for a very long time.
Disjointed and punkish in its approach, 17 is the right record for a world that really has no idea which way is up.
Stream: XXXTentacion 17