One of the best artistic contributions to vaporwave. Steeped in irony, and dripping with interpretations. It’s both melancholy and flavorful, and each time I go through the album, I appreciate its scenes all the more.
Favorite track: Vaporwave Is Alive.
'Vaporwave Is Dead' was an ironic title. Over 5 years later, and it's clear that the Vapor Tetsuo will swallow all, refusing escape to any who it engulfs. Those who believe they have escaped are led through a maze of mystery, only to return back to the spot they were in. We walk amidst the ruins of Vaporwave Statues, wrapped in plastic of azure and pink gradient, which encase the souls of those Tormented Angels whose cries are never heard, for they are silenced out by the cacophony of the Cloud of Midges above, chattering away in mediocrity, forming ever stronger, ensuring the Vapor Tetsuo grows and grows. Infinite growth in a finite reality. What motive the Tetsuo has, it is unclear, however we believe we may find an escape route. Rather than looking outwards, we look in and open our eyes to the grotesque horror show of Vaporhell, embrace its sick landscape for what it is. There, standing miles away, beyond the purple clouds of neon rain in Dreampunk Valley, through the krokodil dens of Hardvapour Village, beyond the anime girls forced to dance in perpetual submission to mindless, repetitive, bland house music down the Future Funk Highway, across the checkerboard floors of Classical Vaporwave Town Hall, and through into Vaporwave City itself, a fortress lays, a great pyramid of evil, the colour of baby pink, its teal capstone hosting VR Vaporwave Parties that never end, just keep getting slower and slower and slower. Inside the centre of the pyramid, however, lays the soul of Vapor Tetsuo, and through hidden tunnels it can be accessed. The trek there will be long, arduous and full of terror. It is a journey few wish to face, yet at least one of us must. Prophecies have foretold of many before us. As we step beyond the ruins of this abyss of Vaporwave Statues cast under dark shadows, a cool wind whispers in our ears, "cometh, your journey awaits." And so we must.