Billie Eilish is as much for adults as candy cigarettes — relating far more to the emotions of peers knee deep in puberty than those who’ve been there and certainly done that — but it’s there, in that reckless macabre dance with adolesce where her true brilliance lies.
She’s one of a kind — the type of artist that demands your attention and your rebellion — the type of artist worth going crazy over, and one you cannot look away from, if for nothing else than to truly embody that youthful ability to truly not give a fuck. Now I understand what all the fuss was about.