A posthumous assembly with the seams showing: SKINS stretches fragments into songs, and at nineteen minutes it still feels padded. "BAD!" gestures at where XXXTENTACION's genre-collapsing instincts might have gone. As a portrait it's blurry; as an album it's barely there. For devotees, not newcomers.
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