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A wild intergalactic robot wishes to rape your ears and your innocence. This robot, of course, is called Downlink, and it is traveling through space at light speed to make certain that it reaches you. You see, this monstrosity’s lust cannot be sated by ordinary forms, but it comes to make you enjoy yourself even if you feel violated. Downlink knows what it takes to make you shake your booty and rip off your clothes. It takes inhumanly gargantuan beats to do so, but these are no ordinary beats conceived by mortals. They are the loudest, most permeating, thunderous beats ever heard of. The bass will literally shake houses, and after the experience, you may still be shaking. Many a song will leave you quaking in your boots after listening to them, for the bass is with this.
Downlink is a mechanical creation for obvious reasons. Space atmospherics and incredibly cheesy science fiction sounds collide with what has to be one of the most blatant dubstep styles ever. There isn’t much room for quickly running to the fridge and grabbing an ice cold lemonade, for the phat beats will certainly explode anything in your fridge before you get there. In fact, the phat beats will also explode your fridge. You can just imagine what it would be like to play this in an old folks home on full blast. Their pleas for mercy would not help at all considering that they wouldn’t even be able to hear their own thoughts. Maybe consider doing everything you ever wanted to do in your life, before you listen to this. This should not be taken lightly.
This is an impossibly catchy piece of music. Once you start, you will never want to stop, and once that happens, you may forever by transfixed by the consuming wobs and wubbles. Your life and death is marked by the unmistakable, and infinite womps. You will become a whore to its phats, and nothing else will really seem to matter. The cycle is endless, the pit is seemingly bottomless, and the plot thickens. Whether you can like this depends on how much excessively mind-numbing musical punishment you can take. It also depends on whether you can stand having certain songs being stuck in your head for the rest of your mortal life. Make haste, and choose with intelligence.