Off-road swerves in a RAV4 lead to Jigglypuff’s lullaby lassoing you into this brilliant 24 minutes of sadboy trap and noise. Glittery topological warps form narrative therapies of the daily. I.e.: dad hats, dragon tattoos, XL shirts, flesh skinny despite endless ramen. Life and its insecurities, including excessive desire, find a method of release in this mix’s bestirring twitches: all of the urban glut pack’t into the playing field of the unsure. The fiber of life once again gets fortified, as we get closer to the abyss. As we approach the threshold of real being.