This album isn’t a listening experience; it’s a high-speed collision with a bulk-candy aisle. From the first second, it feels like your teeth are vibrating at a frequency only a fennec fox could hear.

Chugging four liters of Sprite Remix while riding a roller coaster. Getting a glitter bomb to the face in a dark club.

The production is absolutely unhinged—think pushed so far into the red they start to sound like a dial-up modem having a panic attack. Every snare hit feels like a shot of liquid glucose, and the pitch-shifted vocals are so sweet they’ll give your eardrums a cavity. It’s the sonic equivalent of:

It’s frantic, it’s chaotic, and it’s unapologetically loud. By the time the final track glitches out, you’ll be sweaty, confused, and desperate for a nap and a gallon of water. But the second the crash hits, you’ll probably find yourself reaching for the "Replay" button just to feel that one more time. Rating: 11/10 (My heart rate is currently 145 bpm).