An avant-electronic-noise whirlwind so dizzying it may actually induce motion sickness, so absurdly garbled and flat-out strange at times it could be misconstrued for an hour-long album that was condensed to fuck until out shat a non-stop topsy-turvy ~27-minute thrill ride. But given the near-total plastering of hair-raising intensity and how much complex-n-booming dread-fun exudes on through, consider those compliments. The whizzes-n-whirls of fiery toying often invade every passage in your perimeter, and even lil lull-dips never quit squirmin' on the low, and are usually rectified by all-out reemergence-blasts with keyb-guns a-blazin'. Opens with pleasant jungle descent and orphically forewarning countdown, ends with 5-minute industrial crusha that also somehow manages to claim the omg-weirdness crown, in between is your guess is as good as mine.
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