M72 compresses its sound into a narrow, airless space, where every track hums with interference and the low-grade tension of confinement. The EP shuts the listener inside a grid of simple rhythms, clipped synth-stabs and a constant background hiss! M72 is claustrophobia not as panic but as a blanket. By its end, the static becomes less a texture and more a boundary, the defining shape of the room you’re trapped in.