
Spyndycyt tears straight into the marrow of human ugliness on IntrospectionTest, giving alt-pop one of its most psychoanalytically charged offerings in recent memory. With more insight into our proclivities towards self-destruction, our lack of humility and our refusal to take accountability than your average Better Help therapist, he captures himself at his most psychologically affecting. The Avant-Gardist pop aural world scriber leans into the base instincts we try to hide, dragging forward the selfish impulses, the denial, the impulse-driven wreckage and the feral need to claw over anyone in reach when desperation takes hold. The way he frames that internal rot has a sting that feels almost too honest.
A touch more histrionic than his previous synth pop allegories, IntrospectionTest spills out as a full-blown mental breakdown space pop opera. It is slick with self-lacerated scars, spiralling frustration and those conflicting emotions that create paradoxical friction as they cascade from the hyper-distorted vocal calls into the void of oscillation and retro analogue synth-esque timbre. Each layer heightens the sense of someone unravelling in real time, not with theatrical prettiness but with a messy self-awareness that gives the whole thing teeth. It toys with absurdity and sincerity at once, letting them grind against each other until the emotional voltage starts to spark.
By refusing to colour within the contours of mainstream pop, Spyndycyt sets the bar higher again, sprawling into a retro-futuristic expanse of ludicrously layered, infectiously cerebral thematic fervour. The personal narrative beneath it all reads like a confession torn from someone who torched loyalty on a whim, denied culpability, lost themselves in the smoke and still expected absolution. IntrospectionTest captures that unseemly side of life without flinching, and that’s exactly why it hits as hard as it does.
IntrospectionTest is now available on all major streaming platforms, including SoundCloud.
Review by Amelia Vandergast