HP: 925 MP: 463’s ‘Cholo Tearz’ is an exercise in laser-guided club cybernetics. It finds itself deep in enemy territory, navigating fog-choked gridzones with calculated precision. And it pulls up strapped: drop the weaponised shock-n-awe dembow guitars on ‘Mf Nu - Metal’ and watch your pulse race and fight-or-flight kick in. It’s caged danger, harnessed and contained in a dancefloor-pulverising forcefield.

A stacked inventory within. The dual wield of ‘Fast Life’ and ‘Thug Pro Infinite’ mesh spring-loaded, exoskeletal drums with biomechanical synth melodics — not a wasted sound, pure economy of movement like a swarm of spectral Boston Dynamics mobile bots forging towards an acquired target. But it’s not all red dots and night vision: ‘Rural Song’ and ‘Clown Riddim’ betray the organic impulse at the heart of the machine. This machine breathes. This machine feels. And it’s strength, not flaw.