This is a work that is so insanely derivative of so many things that I love that I was worried that it wouldn't be able to find its own identity. I don't think it drowns in its influences at all though. If anything I think Signalis drills down to the core of the appeal of all of its influences, surgically extracts the perfect crystallization of what makes those pieces media so beloved (by me), and then cuts that crystalline extract in such a way that it gleams with a blood red sheen that has permanently imprinted itself on my brain. That is to say, this is a [THIS SPACE INTENTIONALLY LEFT BLANK]