Neo Yokio is a masterpiece of post-critique.
The writer is the lead singer-songwriter of Vampire Weekend. He grew up around the elite New York scene. In fact, one of the covers of the album is a chandelier of a very exclusive club. Some of his lyrics are a critique of the culture, not from a leftist perspective, but from a purely bourgeois perspective, in a very Oscar Wilde "I must escape the woes of brunch engagements" way. Neo Yokio is this, but turned up to the max, and I'm not exaggerating.
Neo Yokio is the reflection of a writer who has always been pampered and has always been on the lime light. It is filled to the brim of protagonism, someone who does not know what it means not to be catered to. After the first two terrible episodes, the series elucidates, and it becomes clear what this masterpiece actually is. In it, we see the author trying to critique his society, and it's clear degeneracy, but in doing so, reveals his own degeneracy that he can't escape. The un-relatable protagonism being one of the most notable, but less noticeable is his utter incapacity to understand that liking the same comic books and knowing what "hikimori" means does not make him "the same" as the savage prole.
I watched it a long time ago, I would definitely recommend it. Smoke a little to make it bearable. I found it to be SO outrageous that it was hilarious, but also a glaring unintentional self-critique hidden in an intentional critique.