The "beats" – if you can call them that – are akin to a sugar-high toddler banging on a drum set while being dragged behind a moving car. I've heard more coherent rhythmic patterns coming from a group of tone-deaf cats in a bathtub.

I must preface that I'm still trying to process the aural assault that is "DRACU RIOT Syntax Error". This... thing, defies comprehension. It's as if someone poured all the leftover noise from a garage sale into a blender, hit puree, and then served it in a rusty pipe.

(one and a half rusty trombones out of five)

In conclusion, "DRACU RIOT Syntax Error" is an anti-album that will leave you questioning the very fabric of reality. I'm not sure if this is a case of deliberate sonic terrorism or an accidental cry for help from the artists. Either way, I commend their... let's call it "audacity".

The vocalist's performance can only be likened to an exorcism gone wrong. It's a war between their vocal cords and the demons of Dementia. The lyrics, if you can decipher them, appear to be a Dadaist's fever dream – a jumbled mess of nonsense words and half-baked concepts.

Syntax Error — Dracu Riot

The "beats" – if you can call them that – are akin to a sugar-high toddler banging on a drum set while being dragged behind a moving car. I've heard more coherent rhythmic patterns coming from a group of tone-deaf cats in a bathtub.

I must preface that I'm still trying to process the aural assault that is "DRACU RIOT Syntax Error". This... thing, defies comprehension. It's as if someone poured all the leftover noise from a garage sale into a blender, hit puree, and then served it in a rusty pipe. dracu riot syntax error

(one and a half rusty trombones out of five) The "beats" – if you can call them

In conclusion, "DRACU RIOT Syntax Error" is an anti-album that will leave you questioning the very fabric of reality. I'm not sure if this is a case of deliberate sonic terrorism or an accidental cry for help from the artists. Either way, I commend their... let's call it "audacity". (one and a half rusty trombones out of

The vocalist's performance can only be likened to an exorcism gone wrong. It's a war between their vocal cords and the demons of Dementia. The lyrics, if you can decipher them, appear to be a Dadaist's fever dream – a jumbled mess of nonsense words and half-baked concepts.