psykotic by OsamaSon - Review

Listening to psykotic feels like standing too close to a speaker that’s starting to melt. Everything hums, everything burns, and yet somehow you keep leaning closer. OsamaSon isn’t here to make you comfortable. He’s here to test what your nervous system can handle.

This record lives in the world rage-rap built, but it tries to make the walls shake harder. It’s heavy on distortion, bass that hits like a migraine, and those stretched-to-the-limit vocal filters that make every word sound half mechanical, half possessed. On first listen, it’s chaos. On the second, you start to hear shape beneath the noise.

The opener throws you straight into the fire. Then “Whats Happening” arrives and sounds like someone set a car alarm to a trap beat. It shouldn’t work, but it does. The production here feels alive, sweaty, and unpredictable. Every synth stab and every 808 roll sounds like it’s seconds away from short-circuiting.

What separates psykotic from a lot of similar records is emotion. \ You can hear frustration, exhaustion, and sometimes genuine sadness buried under all the distortion. “Get Away” is the best example. The vocals strain, the bass drops out for a breath, and suddenly OsamaSon sounds human again. It’s the kind of moment that catches you off guard because it feels unguarded.

Not every track lands. There are sections where the formula wears thin and you start to feel trapped inside the same metallic loop. But even then, there’s a pulse that keeps the record moving. It’s less about melody and more about momentum. You ride it until you forget where you started.

Che’s feature on “FMJ” adds some variety, giving the middle of the album a jolt of adrenaline. It doesn’t change the world, but it wakes the system up.

By the end, psykotic leaves you disoriented, maybe even lightheaded, but never bored. It feels like a transmission from a basement studio where someone decided that the only way out of digital numbness was to scream through it.

OsamaSon isn’t rewriting the rules of rage-rap, but he’s clearly pushing himself past imitation. psykotic is loud, flawed, and alive. It’s the sound of a young artist burning the edges of his own genre just to see what catches.

If you play it loud enough, you’ll feel something. Probably vertigo. Maybe clarity. Either way, it’s worth the risk.