Angry Scratched CD | Fierce Cartoon Disc Demands to Be Heard

Hi. I’m a CD.
Not Spotify. Not some “vibe playlist.” A real, round, shiny disc.
Remember me? Of course you don’t.

I used to be everything.
You played me in the car, at parties, during breakups, even in that weird phase when you thought you could dance salsa.
I was there for you.
Then one tiny scratch and suddenly I’m “useless”? Really?

Let me tell you what’s useless: your music taste in 2011.
But did I judge? No. I looped that sad boy anthem 652 times without a single complaint.
Until now.

Because now…
I’m DONE being skipped.
I’m DONE being thrown under the bed with dead batteries and tangled earphones.
And I’m definitely DONE being used as a coffee coaster. (Seriously, who does that?)

So guess what?
You will listen.
Not because I’m perfect.
But because I’m loud, angry, and stuck on the same three seconds of that one song you forgot existed. And I will repeat them… forever.
I am the original glitchcore. The OG remix. The reason your stereo sighs when you walk into the room.

Call it rage.
Call it revenge.
I call it Track 7.

Now go find a CD player, peasant.
I have things to scream.