Throwing A Shoe Into A Black Hole

Isn’tses build their chaos from homemade synth instruments, and here they’re interested in what happens when you leave the pure-noise lane and let actual beats and voices bleed through the wreckage. It’s frantically busy, synth-industrial in the noisier corners, occasionally veering toward chiptune’s twitchy energy, with moments where you can almost hear a song trying to escape. The album’s best when it’s most unhinged—texture over sense, a kind of wired-up maximalism that trades subtlety for sheer restless velocity.