We always talk about giving a Victorian child a Cheeto Puff or Gatorade, but what about music? If I traveled back in time and blasted God Race by Metaroom they would absolutely perish.
I swear, the users on this site are like a bunch of garment factory owners, the way they are always obsessing about the what the limits a victorian child can endure before they perish.
Victorian children watched public executions for entertainment and drank heroin to cure their whooping cough, I think they can handle hyperpop