A raw, industrial flip pushed through the blown-out circuitry of a post-digital club world. This remix runs like a corrupted hard drive — stuttering synths, shredded textures, and jersey-club percussion dragged through wire tangles and scrapyard basslines. The vocals cut like static—intentional, vulnerable, and distorted—with fidelity preserved under layers of glitch, grime, and voltage. Inspired by the collapse of clean tech and the rise of rhythmic chaos. For fans of rusted breaks, fallout-floor edits, and aggressive body music that doesn’t ask for permission.

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