Big hello from Effluvia with a big smack in the face from Flashroyal. A 16 kbps jingle from the inferno. The song hell plays when it has you on hold. A demented, vomitous, glitchy, abrasive, acid drenched. This album will catch you off guard with smoldering rhythms hidden behind squeals and overdriven caws. Samples brought into an otherwordly fever dream of mayhem, a land where nothing is sacred, where all feet are blistered. One can perhaps consider Flashroyal a gored, glistening miscarriage of Alexandr Kireyenko's more exposed abortion of bliss "Postmeshische", a harsh noise plunderphonic wonderland of enetertaining delirium and nausea. "dope your feel like a wool" holds the same easter basket, only with rotten, lobit, miraculous eggs. Get floored by the sludge, the gunk, the compost, the goo, the globules, and rupture with these sounds! I would spare you this, but sometimes I enjoy locking people in dumpsters and sending them hurtling towards the raw sea. Flashroyal is the dumpster, he is the fall, he is the jagged rocks, he is the crashing waves, he is the darkness of the abyss, laughing with rhythmic howls in lowfi cackling. Evaporate your cerebellum, appreciate the artwork, and fall!

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