
Rinsed out in his patented, compressed, serotonin-skull-scrape style, [RAILZ] posits Flaty at his plasmic limbed best, with something like the soundtrack to a low-res rave scene in a fan-art remake of The Matrix. Rhythms spark and jolt like snapping synapses, swirled in thizzing electronic textures in a way that inverts any sense of «heaviness», but has the capacity to fling bodies just as well as anything more protein fed.
— Boomkat