The "beats" – if you can call them that – are akin to a sugar-high toddler banging on a drum set while being dragged behind a moving car. I've heard more coherent rhythmic patterns coming from a group of tone-deaf cats in a bathtub.
Production quality? What's that? It sounds like someone took all the worst aspects of a dial-up modem, a microwave, and a foghorn, and mashed them together into a greasy paste. I'm surprised I didn't receive a complaint from my internet service provider about the sheer amount of bandwidth required to stream this sonic catastrophe. dracu riot syntax error
The vocalist's performance can only be likened to an exorcism gone wrong. It's a war between their vocal cords and the demons of Dementia. The lyrics, if you can decipher them, appear to be a Dadaist's fever dream – a jumbled mess of nonsense words and half-baked concepts. The "beats" – if you can call them
(one and a half rusty trombones out of five) What's that