Your rhythms are glitchy, unpredictable multi-layered oscillators of chaos and storms of brutal sound. Pounding infinite snares and ether-shredding beeps. Shrill resonance tearing holes in the fabric of time. Timbres shaped by randomized LFOs. Countless knobs to turn, screens to touch, twekas to make. Reactive sound environment of sheer perfect madness. Senses jarred, auto-crump seizures take hold in the listener. Auditory neural rewiring bypasses the frontal lobe circuit the Great Alarm tends to prey upon. You twitch on the floor as the brilliant sound overloads your inner sight with intensely bright sequenced flashes of light. The hues seem to run across the spectrum in perfect timing, the sound continually morph into new alien textures. You think you're probably really onto something with this new method of writing tracks.