“Even In Arcadia” - SLEEP TOKEN

This album sounds like Vessel got ghosted by his therapist, cried into a pile of synths, and tried to bang every genre on the way down. It’s horny, sad, and somehow makes reggaeton and djent fuck in public.

One minute you’re vibing like you’re at a sexy goth club, the next you’re getting throat-punched by riffs that sound like a demon with commitment issues. Half the lyrics feel like he wrote them mid-nervous breakdown on the toilet - vulnerable as hell, but also, bro, chill.

It’s not the big anthem-fest fans might want, it’s more like a moody mixtape for crying in the gym. But it’s bold, weird, and too wild to ignore. Sleep Token just made the most beautiful identity crisis you’ll ever jerk off cry to.