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<3, his latest album, was dispensed via Dropbox link sent to attendees of a recent show.
These drops are so infrequent he seems to feel the spectacle is required.
But the string of official releases has struggled to document Skrillexs full multiverse of untitled loosies and remixes.
If you had a favorite incarnation of the sound, you stockpiled files.
This monthsWarholreintroduces the producers old sonic signatures to the world-traveled maximalism and mainstream pop cachet hesdeveloped since the mid-2010s.
It also moves in chorus with a wider retreat into nostalgia.
2025 is such a gauntlet that Lil Jon reunited with Flosstradamus.
Warholis a brisk dip in self-deprecating self-examination.
Fuck Skrillex, its lunatic narrator shouts in a frothy reimagining ofQuesthighlight Tears, This is Sonny Moore!
Here, you see how genre crumbles into breading in the hands of a once-in-a-generation chop wizard.
Its also subject to the unwieldy, unvarnished nature of the tradition.
It pushes toward sensory overload.
The flow feels like scrolling Instagram, seeing style epochs evolve and erode across subsequent selfies.
The features underneath remain the same, but the dressing readjusts perceptions.
But maybe hes just giving people what they want as social safety nets fail.
Skrillex has fallen in wub again.
Will you also be taking the plunge?
