A chaotic grin wrapped in groove, Madhouse is both playful and unhinged—equal parts lo-fi psychedelia and post-rock disorientation. Bouncy drums and high-flying synths keep things deceptively light, but sampled laugh tracks, screams, and razor-sharp scratches peel back the surface to reveal something unraveling underneath. Guitars bend and shimmer as if caught mid-hallucination. The whole track pulses with a manic energy—like knowing you’ve lost touch, and dancing anyway. It’s madness with a beat.