Thara Thom Yorke’s review published on Letterboxd:
Geometric programming renditions/digital warping - it’s a dream where one walks through the virtual real, walls plastered with automated Dadaism where the narrative is so dissimilar we find it pleasurable to repeat it, so it goes: the word “bees” falls victim to semantic satiation. Being the harbinger of “online cinema” or “electronic cinema”, it’s hardly a first if there’s no second to challenge it. Entire objective of its existence could be traced forwards (not the other way around in time), if you may, producing plural internet artifacts, the cyber-hivemind is as though digitally sculpted from the nightmare confessions of Terry A. Davis and Alex Jones hooked up to the truth serum. Signification of Youtube Poop way before Youtube was even conceived, a layered shitposting years before your father ever dreamed of shitposting.
Is it a glitch in the meatspace? A matrixical erratum, perhaps? Are you floating beneath the world you’re not supposed to go through? Ask yourself why hasn’t the world government admitted to the non-digital projections of ziggurats, pyramids or your church’s steeple, instead has chosen to transpose over the sacred relic prism of Obamium? Why is that, don’t you believe the hexagonal other side?