
A sprawling, 22-track descent into a neon-lit digital purgatory. Heavy on industrial synths and alien vocal processing, it pushes rage-rap into experimental territory.
It's like a trap album recorded in a spaceship that's running out of oxygen.
A paranoid, high-tech fever dream that oscillates between aggressive confidence and drug-induced isolation.
The writing leans far further into surreal abstract than the rest of the catalogue.
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