Music Review

Listening to “Fantasy” is like getting hit by a solar flare made of champagne and hairspray. It’s the sonic equivalent of a 1980s Japanese business executive accidentally discovering a portal to a dimension where the stock market never crashes and every street corner smells like expensive perfume and ozone. It’s not just a song;…

Listening to “Born Slippy (Nuxx)” is like being strapped to the exterior of a mid-90s space shuttle that’s fueled entirely by adrenaline, cheap cider, and the sheer existential dread of a Monday morning. It doesn’t just start; it materializes out of the ether, pulsing like the neon heartbeat of a city that hasn’t slept…

Imagine you’re drifting through a humid, neon-drenched Hong Kong market at 3 AM, your consciousness caught in a glitch between a Wong Kar-wai fever dream and a cosmic supernova. You’re not quite awake, not quite asleep, and then this voice hits you—a shimmering, ethereal frequency that feels like it’s being broadcast from a satellite…

Listening to this track is like drifting through a nebula of pure, unadulterated nostalgia while being hugged by a ghost from a gentler dimension. It’s the sonic equivalent of finding a pressed flower in a book you haven’t opened since 1987—dusty, delicate, and capable of triggering a localized emotional collapse. “我只在乎你” (I Only Care…

Listening to this track is like drifting through a nebula of pure, unadulterated nostalgia while being hit by a solar flare of existential longing. It’s the sonic equivalent of standing on a skyscraper at 3 AM, looking at a city that doesn’t care you exist, and feeling—for just a second—like you could actually fly.…

Listening to this track feels like drifting through a neon-lit nebula in a vintage Cadillac with a broken radio that only plays heartbreak. It’s that specific brand of cosmic loneliness where you’re surrounded by millions of stars but can’t find the words to tell the one next to you that they’re your entire galaxy.…