Usually, I can’t stand listening to the same album more than a couple of times in a given week.

George Watsky’s new album “x Infinity” has been out for a week and I’m up to 11 full listens. 12 by the time I’m finished writing this review.

While I’m not the most learned man when it comes to hip hop and rap, I know what appeals to me: artists talking about whatever moves them with pure passion.

“x Infinity,” fills that requirement in spades.

For those who have no background on George Watsky, he’s a Def Jam Poet alum, published author and rapper known for his sense of humor and dedication to artistic integrity.

A perfect example of this happened in 2011 when, during a brief moment of viral fame due to a speed rapping video he uploaded to YouTube, Watsky turned down an offer of $250,000 from Verizon to pitch a new phone with a fast rap.

Watsky instead uploaded a tongue-in-cheek rap poking fun at the company whilst a chubby bearded man, wearing the iconic flowered dress of Verizon’s spokeswoman, danced next to him.  

With this fourth studio album Watsky pulls out all of the stops, touching on serious subjects ranging from his thoughts on the election (“Pink Lemonade”) to the public’s reaction to mass shootings “Stick to Your Guns.”

Even songs listeners  could initially write off as fluff contain some of the realist music I’ve ever heard. The song “Going Down” is, at first, an unapologetically comedic and blunt song about Watsky’s passion for cunnilingus.

Yet halfway through the song the true intention bubbles to the surface, as his raps switch to the possibility of giving fellatio. In that moment this goofy song about a buff vegetarian’s love of oral sex becomes his public platform to address the possibility that his sexuality is not entirely set in stone, that he might one day have different tastes than he does at this moment.

Musically the album is a mixed bag, but in the literal sense. All of the songs together work as an album, sure, but individual tracks pull from different musical sources.

“Stick To Your Guns” has a hauntingly calm 1950s musical backdrop behind the song’s three-part condemnation of mass shootings.

“Chemical Angel” brings in a decidedly late-career Beatles trippy feeling to compliment Watsky singing about his struggle with epilepsy medication messing with his creativity.

Like an aural onion, there are many layers to enjoy throughout this album and I can’t recommend it highly enough.