Review Summary: The essential album for masochists.
Entirely visceral and mad crazy - smacked into the void. There is no soft descent or welcoming mat into Hell. There is only Hell.
Too much info overloading - saturating - tearing through brain matter. Synths like a tidal wave crushing a city destroyed by hurricanes; beats like a starved rat out of a cage. Will the madness end? Instead, this maelstrom of cacophonous, dying, virus infused computers reverberates in my head like a demonic possession. I sink further into the void.
Faster, louder, weirder. It’s daft, punk, and all things spicy. Something has been created here, something not duplicable. It’s art like bloodied corpses. It’s the equivalent to watching ten anime shows at once. It’s music?
Wait, yes. This may be a worthwhile journey. Digital hardcore fans rejoice, and I join in the profane praise. It’s an experience like none other, music to teleport you into other worlds and perhaps energy itself. I wish you luck; be well rested before your journey.
