Tommy Sunsets slams down Wallop, a track that throbs like acid house fed through a broken mirror — jagged, hypnotic, and strangely narcotic. It’s rave DNA slowed and twisted, the kind of sound that rattles your chest while dragging your head into the haze. Already tested at Glastonbury and riding BBC airwaves, this one doesn’t posture — it pummels.
Wallop feels both unhinged and tightly controlled, like Toxic Avenger’s Toxie on methadone, a pulse meant for dark rooms, late hours, and bodies that can’t stop moving.
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