It’s not everyday when you hear a song that begins with “I was born with a birthmark on my hips in the shape of a pistol, yeah!” Bad Blood is humorous, unapologetic, and edgy. At the same time, he’s a brilliant artist who’s able to articulate the strangest experiences that others wouldn’t be able to do. Bad Blood creates a very unique sense of mesmerizing imageries and sonic palettes in your head. His music may come as a shock at first, but you’ll find it strangely charming at last.

There’s no label yet to exist that could really summarize what Bad Blood’s music is like. He simply makes his own sets of rules and dares you to try it. His music is wicked, murky, darkly entrancing with an outlaw’s attitude and a rocker’s seriousness. He‘s the type of musician that seizes the day but not in a way that people normally anticipate.

“A Birthmark on My Hip” is a bit of everything without adhering to one particular style, which opens the sound and structure to a new range of possibilities. There’s a lot of freedom in Bad Blood’s choice of instrumentation and form. He channels those primal yet vivid imageries that interconnected to the cover art and expands beyond that.

Flying high up between rap and rock, the track is a little naughty yet very aesthetic. Every sound builds up to forming a particular impression in listeners’ head. The melodies are catchy, but they always seem to step right on the line between two opposite things. There’s risk involved, of course, but the rush of adrenaline and the liberty to not being cornered or boxed in becomes the beauty of Bad Blood’s music.

He’s like a gangster with a heroic sense, or a hero who acts like a villain. That’s the wicked charm that you simply can’t get enough.