Four minutes of chaotic, ultra-short electronic sketches. A gritty, lo-fi blueprint for the hyper-sexualized internet-pop aesthetic.
It's like a corrupted Motorola Razr screaming in a dark basement for four minutes.
A frantic and satirical burst of digital adrenaline that feels both disposable and essential.
The instrumentation foregrounds electronics/laptop notably more than the catalogue usually does.
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