It’s the most horrific mix of the ’80s, ’90s, and today.
Imagine the rapture in all its violence and beauty, set to the sound of a trillion angels harmonizing to Third Eye Blind's "Semi-charmed Life." Imagine yourself hurdling through a lukewarm, glowing, pearlescent wormhole singing, "I'm not listening when you say goodbye." It's glorious. And that’s just the intro.
It’s followed by an onslaught of abhorrent mashups featuring the Red Hot Chilli peppers, Nine Inch Nails, Kool & the Gang, Hanson, Jimmy Hendrix, the Foo Fighters, the Carmen San Diego theme, Tina Turner, the Folgers jingle, and a ton more. (Like, a lot more.)
It's like your mom left you locked in a sweltering minivan in the parking lot of the grocery store on the hottest day of the year. She said she'll be right back, but in truth, you know you'll never see her again. The knob on the FM stereo is malfunctioning from the heat, skipping from station to station. As you drift off you don't know what you're actually hearing and what is your brain slow-roasting in the crockpot that is your skull.
It's a dark, dark fever dream; Satan is an amateur DJ and his record collection is your childhood.
I don't expect you to listen to this in one sitting, but if you do, I assure you: you'll have a strong reaction, negative, positive, horrified, glorified.