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From the first second, you’re thrown into a wall of distortion — no warning, no ramp-up. The sound is immediate and overwhelming, designed to feel like you’ve been dropped into the middle of a storm that’s already spiraling.

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Every synth is intentional: jagged, overdriven, layered to the edge of collapse. They don’t sit neatly in the mix — they collide, mimicking the sensation of panic overtaking structure. It’s not chaos for chaos' sake — it’s what losing control feels like.

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There’s no clean rhythm to hold onto. No moment to breathe. Just a constant swell of sound pressing in from every angle — like thoughts racing too fast to catch. It’s visceral. Physical. Almost confrontational.

FLAYED is what happens when emotion has no filter. When everything held back finally spills out — not as a breakdown, but as a full-body reaction.