Brutally tender and tenderly brutal, Mifu’s music coalesces internet aesthetics, extreme cut-up derangements, and charming kawaii sensibility. Naturally prone to composing short and overly dense pieces, he engages the Miniature Recs format by exploring automatized plunderphonic techniques with unfeigned playfulness. While listening to ( · ❛ ֊ ❛), you never know what might come next: a guitar ballad? Grindcore? Cute electronica? Yet, notwithstanding its unpredictability, there is a strong unifying factor in the way these materials are arranged – or, rather, deranged – which should not be attributed just to a uniform technical ground, but rather to the unfolding of a distinct aesthetic personality. It is in the utter fragmentation and savage blending of incompatible cultural identifiers that a cohesive sonic identity emerges, an identity that is frantically sweet and friendly exuberant.