ANTI-ICON tours Ghostemane’s mind, for better and worse. He mined his darkest experiences, tore open the wounds of his past, conjured every sound he’s ever loved to conceive the heaviest experience he could envision. The rise and fall. Ecstasy in pain. The fragility of the quiet moments after the crash. The deafening silence filling your brain, forcing you to scream it away. The battles raging inside you. That’s the sound of ANTI-ICON.