Weird 30XX tape release. Hyped club music from a dark, distant reality. Trill space daemons feasting on your soul, making mix tapes of awful Internet Trap while they torture your useless carbonised flesh-vessel in an inter-dimensional chapel of ghouls. Yung Pazuzu got too lit, it would seem. Lots of cuts and breaks, distorted samples playing over click Traps and repetitive gameboy-isn melodies. Maybe, in a weird way, this is the most ‘approachable’ 30XX release… woah. Deep.