Sometimes you listen to an album and the lyrics are so deeply layered in metaphor and innuendo that you’re able to transpose your own real life experiences – positive or negative – into the music. Other times, however, the words are so blunt and imagery so stark that you’re instantly immersed in lived experience in chilling, horrific detail. Enter Jazmin Bean, the ethereal enigma who shot to fame through their hypergore aesthetic and alt.pop a few years ago, now back with a vengeance after losing themselves to addiction and abuse, reclaiming their identity both personally and as an artist.
The black-eyed, bizarro-Barbie look has gone, with Jazmin stripping themselves back and revealing their true self for the first time. This symbolic cleansing goes hand-in-hand with the painful truth of Traumatic Livelihood, where Jazmin leaves no stone unturned in this biography of brutality. Throughout the record we hear tales of addiction, toxic relationships, sexual abuse and self-loathing, fastened together with lyrics that pull no punches like, ‘I feel nothing, throw me in the backseat / Use me how you need as long as I’m your favourite toy,’ or the story of taking drugs at a funeral on Black Dress, or the harrowing, ‘For fucks’s sake I was just a child’.
Jazmin’s experience of being groomed as a teenager underpins the record, surrounded by their spirals into drug abuse and dependence on toxic, ultimately dangerous people. Yet, despite the nightmarish lyrical content like, ‘My body’s filled with roaches and my nose is long from lying’, sonically it doesn’t exist in the shadows. It’s shimmering with dreamlike alt.pop wonder, driven by Jazmin’s penchant for a huge, hooky chorus like on the aforementioned Favourite Toy or Bitch With A Gun. Yet, despite these orchestrated moments of catharsis, the whole thing feels very organic, with no set structure, almost like a stream of consciousness with someone working through their shit, as songs come and go in fleeting moments with no contrived resolution.