Expect the visual intensity of the collective attitudes of all the bad kids who sit in the back row in school and are constantly distracted; who play dumb just to make sure they have the proper time allocated to chant riddles into a vortex of sarcastic word play while keeping you fresh with a swirly in the gym locker room. You'll be handing over your lunch money all week after experiencing the sarcastic, chewed up and spit back out pop- culture aesthetics that are always visually pleasing and well-considered but will hypnotize you with a no-fucks-given doctrine, leaving you with an appetite for the the feeling of calling-all-the-shots while sitting at the back of the class.