Review
Nettspend's "BAD ASS F*CKING KID" isn't just a mixtape; it's a middle finger to the establishment, wrapped in lo-fi beats and the kind of unapologetic honesty that slaps you in the face and leaves you wanting more. This ain't your polished, prettied-up rap; it's the real deal—raw, rowdy, and bursting with the kind of chaotic energy that practically drips from your speakers. The Richmond native doesn't hold back, laying down tracks like "Skipping Class" with a dissonant flair that's as addictive as it is abrasive. His voice cuts through the noise, sharp and clear, while the beats around him twist and distort, creating a sound that's as hypnotic as it is hard-hitting. Sure, the themes might be repetitive to some, but that's the point—it's the anthem of a generation that's lived the same night on repeat, chasing a high that feels just out of reach. Nettspend isn't here to play nice; he's here to shake things up, and whether you're ready or not, he's carving out a space for the voices that refuse to be silenced.
Diving into "BAD ASS F*CKING KID" is like jumping into the deep end of a Generation Z house party—disorienting, dizzying, and a damn good time. Nettspend's debut mixtape is a sonic snapshot of what it means to be young and disillusioned in the age of internet fame and instant gratification. It's not about making sense of the chaos; it's about embracing it, about finding power in the pandemonium. With each track, Nettspend peels back the layers of his own psyche, offering up a blend of pill-fueled confessions and warped, psychedelic production that's as much an escape as it is a confrontation. Critics might try to write it off as juvenile, but they're missing the point. This mixtape is a testament to the raw, unfiltered talent of an artist who's not just speaking his truth—he's screaming it from the rooftops. And for a youth that's been told to sit down and shut up, Nettspend's voice is the rallying cry they've been waiting for. - Rafe
