To truly appreciate and understand Willow Smith will require obliterating any knowledge of her past, albeit very short. Wipe out those glossified images of her Hollywood ma n' pa. Forget her brother. Immediately remove all knowledge or memory of the heinous "Whip My Hair". Simply plug in those headphones and spend the next four minutes listening to the voice of a teenage artist battling and questioning ideas of science, existentialism and human love.
Yes it may sound catastrophically pretentious, a 13-year-old Hollywood yuppie questioning notions of space, time and the perils of human existence, but there is something refreshingly sincere about her prose and something undeniably satisfying about her sound. Her tone, her flows, her lyrics are instantly memorable and its aesthetic isn't a far cry from the sounds of SZA, a clear mentor in Willow's craftsmanship. The future certainly looks dazzling for Will and Jada's love child.