Review Summary: F*ck you, here’s your review.
If you dig OG Skrillex welcome to the club. This album is 46 minutes of pure, brostep pioneering Skrillex vibes, in both sound and pure pancakes - I like pancakes. On “ZEET NOISE” an announcer states that he sold his soul to give the audience the track, and then a hard beat follows. The Skrillex is still lexing or whatevs. In my professional, non-paid, and non-interviewed opinion (it holds incredible weight and grammar skills because I say so), Skrillex’s old school sound is still very exciting and belongs amidst the new school. Skrillex wrote the book on how to school bitches with bass drops, and bassy-wobbly distorted synths back in the day, and the Skrillex is still Skrill. Basically, Skrill kills with rill skills.
Before you know it, you’ve experienced the entire album, and the various sex positions bubbled in a brostep poison. Lots of random samples keep firing in, some random singing, some random raps, and whatever Skrillex feels like throwing in. It’s like a pizzamachine review in that way. The whole album feels tossed together, or very loosely tied together in an ADHD pretzel. The energy fires off just like a producer who had many energy drinks, and you have to tie yourself to the album before you fall off. Nonetheless, there’s enough pretty sparkles to go “oooooo” at, which calms down the ride.
Hard beats make up the transcendent chain of songs that continuously flow into each other. The ideas that are put together are just more noise squirted on choppy dance floor rhythms. However, the water pressure of said noise is decent enough to blast cement-like poop off a statue. Effortlessly startling synths, and speedy vocal attacks are some of the basic ingredients in creating a Skrillexish musical explosion. Skrillex knows how to make explosions more explosive. Remember the days of “Make It Bun Dem”? Those days are back, and Skrillex is loud. “SPITFIRE” is one of many tracks that prove Bangarang type songs are still around. If you don’t shake your ass to this type of music, you’re probably in the other room cursing at whatever god allowed it to exist. I am that god, sorry.
Humans that grew up with Nyan cat and the explosion of the internet are just happy that Skrillex is Skrillexing again. The Skrillex resurgence is here, in 2025, as the perfection distraction from Trump’s wild moves, and the ***tiness of co-workers. I needed one badly, and this album is the escape into fun ***ery that I enjoy. If anything in this review surprises you you’re in for a treat, because that’s that Skrillex shizz, baby. For everyone else, we’ve been waiting for this one.
