Veruca Salt and Miranda Sex Garden meet at a party in 1996. It's raining and chilly in a nearly-winter sort of way. The vicious edge of this partnership mellows into a stuck-to-the-couch melancholy after enough downers. Friends for life are made.

Hit play to return to your sad, grungy teenage self; enjoy the nostalgia of that miserable introspection after you've survived it.

A sentient elevator whisks you upwards into a corporate tower. This album is the lush and sometimes uncomfortably suspicious soundtrack to that bizarre ascent. The intentional skips/distortion/break-ups are masterfully done while the more traditionally melodic parts are catchy and fun. The effort put into the extra info for each track and the overall concept are unique. If you're at all into electronic music or dungeon synth that leans in a different direction, check this out.