That’s why his third record is simply titled Yungblud: it’s a reclamation of his own narrative. This is no longer a statement made by a bratty 17-year-old, lashing out with anger at his own powerlessness, which defined his 2018 debut album, 21st Century Liability. It’s not a deflection, an avoidance of self-confrontation by elevating the stories of others through its 2020 successor, weird! This record is the story of a 24-year-old man who, for the first time, is daring to offer the world every skeleton, every secret, that he once so closely guarded – because he has got nothing left to lose.
“Everything up until now has been, ‘Hello! I’m Yungblud! Love me, love me, love me!’” Harrison says, parodying himself. “But this is my soul on a fucking plate now, so if you don’t like it, I can’t really do much about it. The question behind this album is, ‘Who is Yungblud?’, and the answer is: I don’t know. Listen to this album, and you tell me.”
That’s why his third record is simply titled Yungblud: it’s a reclamation of his own narrative. This is no longer a statement made by a bratty 17-year-old, lashing out with anger at his own powerlessness, which defined his 2018 debut album, 21st Century Liability. It’s not a deflection, an avoidance of self-confrontation by elevating the stories of others through its 2020 successor, weird! This record is the story of a 24-year-old man who, for the first time, is daring to offer the world every skeleton, every secret, that he once so closely guarded – because he has got nothing left to lose.
“Everything up until now has been, ‘Hello! I’m Yungblud! Love me, love me, love me!’” Harrison says, parodying himself. “But this is my soul on a fucking plate now, so if you don’t like it, I can’t really do much about it. The question behind this album is, ‘Who is Yungblud?’, and the answer is: I don’t know. Listen to this album, and you tell me.”
