Track Review: Banks, ‘F**k With Myself’
Banks drops a bomb (an f-bomb specifically) with electrifying, honest single “F**k With Myself.”
The title of Banks’ new single is enough to entice any listener. Shock value and serious potty mouth are “all the rage” these days, so seeing the f-word in any song or album title isn’t particularly shocking. All that considered, “F**k With Myself” opens up a can of worms before even listening to it.
“F**k With Myself” naturally lends itself to prejudice, particularly if you’re a dude and you come across the single without any background. Addressing the elephant in the room, is the record about self-pleasure? Is this record about a different type of self-love, such as emotionally or mentally? The cover art for the single certainly embraces the old sex sells motto as it looks like Banks is about to get it on with…herself. Sigh, recording artists these days!
“Cause I f**k with myself more than anybody else / it’s all love / I used to care what you think about me / it’s all love / cause my love so good / so I f**k with myself more than anybody else.”
Artists love double entendre and there’s clearly double entendre in play on “F**k With Myself.” But, despite all the perverts (and dudes) that hoped that Banks was being sexual, she’s not. Shockingly, that’s not shocking. Imagine that.
Sexual metaphors have grown more and more prevalent in pop music. Basically, the point of this quirky, yet brilliant single is that Banks is concerned about her own happiness and well-being as opposed to anybody else’s. Expectedly, a man is the source of her anger and reasoning for her self-love, but “F**k With Myself” can be relatable on numerous levels, not just a relationship. “F**k With Myself” equals explicit brilliance.