Tornevalls Neural Ensemble: Bloody Cornflakes
Drop Date: July 12, 2025
Release Date: A friday in a near future
CURRENT RATING: 5/5 Nervous Breakdowns
Helmed by Thomas Tornevall, the mind behind Rhythm Shifter, the project Bloody Cornflakes is today unleashed with such aggressively unhinged energy it shatters the line between drill-inspired lyricism and full-blown Drum & Bass. The same time we introduce Tornevalls Neural Ensemble as a conceptual force for future genre-warped chaos, with stems not generated naturally by people, but with Tools (not necessarily Suno or web-based stuff).
What the Hell Is This Song Even About?
Good question. The answer? Absolutely nothing. And therefore everything.
This track is a weaponized parody of gangster rap, dancehall, and drill culture. On the surface, it sounds like a hyper-violent anthem. But dig into the lyrics and you’ll find surreal absurdity: stabbing goats with ackee fruit, robbing a bank in a wetsuit, and feeding ghosts in haunted shops.
Every line is a non-sequitur, every rhyme is a middle finger to logic. It’s genius. It’s psychotic. It’s art, dammit.
Tornevalls Neural Ensemble?
Tornevalls Neural Ensemble is per se not a duo or alias involving Thomas Tornevall or Rhythm Shifter directly. Instead, it was introduced within this specific project. The concept was born from the same creative well as the track Run Inna Fi Storm, carried by a baritone ragga vocal style reminiscent of the iconic delivery used by artists like MC GQ, MC Spyda, Skibadee, and Bassman.
The enseble functions as a genre-warping AI-based concept project where AI is used exclusively to generate vocal stems only.All actual music production and arrangement is meticulously rewritten in a DAW, ensuring that the result is creatively human and not AI-dependent.
This ethos bleeds directly into Bloody Cornflakes* – *a track that weaponizes chaotic lyricism and genre confusion. Imagine a toaster dropped into a bathtub full of satire, absurdity, and genre-confused chaos. That’s the mood. That’s the tempo.
Though originally crafted with drill-style vocal aggression, the song ultimately erupts into a full-blown Drum & Bass assault. The drill-inspired venom lingers in the phrasing, but the production detonates into high-speed breakbeat mayhem, making this a uniquely hybridized monster of sound – without relying on breakbeats at all.
🗣️ Who Are These Maniacs?
- MC Criesalot – One of the voices in the track, delivering surreal patois-drenched aggression with a hint of 90s nod.
- The uncredited Ragga Vocalists – Returning from Run Inna Fi Storm, this mysterious contributor helps solidify the raw vocal identity of what is now becoming the core of Tornevalls Neural Ensemble.
- Sniffles the Rat – A hallucinated rodent sidekick who whispers backwards affirmations.
- Rhythm Shifter – The architect behind the track’s production. Responsible for every beat, structure, shift, and explosion that isn’t vocal.
- Cornflakes Man – A spectral figure with cereal and chaos in both hands – whether he’s real or symbolic is up for debate (he is actually only in the AI generated image of the track).
- Thomas Tornevall – The main brains of all above.
Why This Track Matters
Because it’s the first song in history that makes you want to mosh, laugh, cry, and call your therapist all at once. It’s a direct attack on musical pretension. It mocks the genre while exceeding it.
It’s not trying to go viral. It’s trying to go feral.
“Blood inna mi Cornflakes, madness inna mi cup”, growls Criesalot, in what might be the most insane breakfast metaphor ever recorded.
Backed by a cover that looks like a fever dream shot during a water gun standoff in hell, Bloody Cornflakes is more than a song-it’s a collective identity crisis delivered through sheer Drum & Bass velocity.
Get ready. You’re not.
LYRICS
INTRO
Yow bwoy…
Mi wake up wid war inna mi bowl.
Strap up mi shoes an mi uncle Glock,
But mi uncle dead… so a jus mi toe mi walk wid.
ROUND 1
Mi buss a toast pan a goat, now mi wanted fi treason,
Dem seh “Why?” – mi seh it mek sense mi nuh need no reason.
Mi guh rob di bank inna wetsuit,
Slap di teller wid a ackee fruit.
Mi granny pack di clip inna plantain pie,
Mi shot a youth pon Zoom, mi nuh even try.
Jah know, mi wild, mi mad like craven A,
Mi bleach wid ketchup pon a Saturday.
HOOK/CHORUS
BLOOD INA MI CORNFLAKES, MADNESS INA MI CUP,
CHOP UP A LIZARD, BUN IT WID SYRUP.
MUMMA SEH “PRAY”, MI SEH “GUNMAN TING”,
MI HOL’ A RIFLE LIKE A CHURCH CHOIR SING.
ROUND 2
Mi finga itchy, mi buss shot inna stew,
Mi dog dem savage – one bark and dem sue.
Run up pon a duppy inna haunted shop,
Ask di ghost, “Who run dis block?”
Mi throw a bomb inna mi own damn house,
An still blame di mouse.
Real dread – mi tek over wi fork and rage,
Write mi verse pon a gal cowhage.
HOOK/CHORUS
BLOOD INA MI CORNFLAKES, MADNESS INA MI CUP,
CHOP UP A LIZARD, BUN IT WID SYRUP.
MUMMA SEH “PRAY”, MI SEH “GUNMAN TING”,
MI HOL’ A RIFLE LIKE A CHURCH CHOIR SING.
ROUND 3 BUT ACTUALLY ROUND 2
Mi finga itchy, mi buss shot inna stew,
Mi dog dem savage – one bark and dem sue.
Run up pon a duppy inna haunted shop,
Ask di ghost, “Who run dis block?”
Mi throw a bomb inna mi own damn house,
An still blame di mouse.
Real dread – mi tek over wi fork and rage,
Write mi verse pon a gal cowhage.
HOOK/CHORUS
BLOOD INA MI CORNFLAKES, MADNESS INA MI CUP,
CHOP UP A LIZARD, BUN IT WID SYRUP.
MUMMA SEH “PRAY”, MI SEH “GUNMAN TING”,
MI HOL’ A RIFLE LIKE A CHURCH CHOIR SING.
BLOOD INA MI CORNFLAKES, MADNESS INA MI CUP,
CHOP UP A LIZARD, BUN IT WID SYRUP.
MUMMA SEH “PRAY”, MI SEH “GUNMAN TING”,
MI HOL’ A RIFLE LIKE A CHURCH CHOIR SING.
OUTRO
Yow…
Mi nuh waan peace – mi waan peas an bullet fi lunch.
If Babylon ask question, mi jus whine an bruk out.
Next man touch mi Cornflakes…
Mi call dun di ancestors, real obeah gun talk.
Grrrrrrrah! BOW BOW!
