the best playlist made could only ever dream of this perfect setlist of raw, unbridled hits. it is memorably brittle, instantaneously catchy—and with plenty of insightful ramblings to give it just enough edge (and still, only if you feel like it; it's not required to love it), this is the one. there might be more complexity elsewhere, but it always swirls back here, a perfect balancing act of insanity over hidden pop structures.

can you convey pure vulgarity, of excess and living though it without abandon, without any recognizable setting, contexts, or knowledge of where you're headed and where you've come from? when there's nothing filtered, this album shows that, yes, you really can.

i've felt like i've had to re-listen to this over and over again to even get close to grasping my own semblance of what it all means, how it comes together, and how its sound is articulated so acutely. i guess that's its greatest strength, that there is so much here, so many toxic sounds and shrieking bursts of noise and haze, burying any kind of single meaning to what it 'should' mean. it's up to you, but it's a tough ride to persist through mentally no matter what.

it takes itself, as an experience, much more seriously than the dariacore trilogy preceding it—even if it doesn't sound the part all the time with the samples used. but the extended runtimes and further pushes into even more esoteric and difficult-to-parse sound design really does make this shine as dariacore's definitive statement for the time being... though its runtime is still daunting.