By nolan | May 10th, 2011
Today, I offer a 19-year-old self-proclaimed hipster hailing from L.A. Jesse James is an interesting guy, with humorous self-deprecation to match a cocky self-assurance that can only come from someone with a truly unique identity.
Contradictions abound in Jesse’s persona: he looks like a real badass, sporting abundant body ink and chains, but he admits to having smoked weed for the very first time at the beginning of this project, his debut mixtape titled Truth Hurts, Truth Heals. And the project only took two weeks. Jesse also clowns on hipsters with stinging accuracy in “Too Cool for You to Know,” but appears to be quite edgy himself, frequently bragging about the constrictive properties of his denim.
But honestly, I don’t give a fuck about his image because his music is dope. He wrote, produced, recorded, and mastered every track himself. And like I said before, it only took him two weeks. He calls it his masterpiece, which I wouldn’t argue with — after all, at 19, competition for the title of “masterpiece” is usually limited to Mario Kart track records and offensively accurate drawings of genitals.
Speaking of which, Jesse takes a comical approach to fellatio on my favorite track off the tape, ”I Want Head.” The quickly percussive, piano-laiden beat samples Tegan and Sara and just forces you to bob your head (no, Kobe Bryant).