Jean Dawson slams into the sanctimonious speakers emitting the garbled gaiety and propaganda that condone his struggles, as he strides to release himself from the compulsory contradictions and reductive regulations instilled within him. His experimental evolution, wayward whims, and liberated lyricism eradicate his illusion of independence, as he finally frees himself from cultural conditioning and analog influences, on the glitchy, Pixel Bath. - JTS