D/R/U/G/SD/R/U/G/S. The sound of too many pills slaughtering your high, the beat of circling lights and broken machines, skipping discs. Errors. Here, this is the formulation of a plan, dischord turning into dance turning into disorder. Rewind,  the VHS hiss, can we not or can we dance to this. Textured percussions, filtered trance, butchered IDM break into the surface.

FFWD. High contrast treble and rave. Pounding drumkick.

It’s piercing my ears, harsh, loud but so athmospheric, so disjointed and yet so faultless.
A faultless collection of sound errors. Again and again and again.

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