3:41
90s-style psychedelic rock with a dark and poetic atmosphere, Deep male vocals, almost spoken like a trance or sermon, Vintage organ, bluesy electric guitar riffs, reverb-heavy drums, and a hypnotic groove, Feels mysterious, dreamlike, and a little dangerous — like wandering through a desert at night
3:44
This track has a tense, creeping rhythm with a funk-infused bassline that's slightly off-kilter, like it's watching you from behind a cubicle wall, The drums are dry and minimal, with sharp rim-clicks and distant reverb creating a sense of unease, A dusty Wurlitzer organ plays dissonant chords that pulse like low-grade paranoia, while a broken-sounding electric guitar throws out twitchy stabs, as if it's trying to warn you, The vocals are spoken with dry sarcasm, half-whispered, as if the narrator doesn’t want to be overheard by the office equipment, The atmosphere is office-noir — passive-aggressive, vaguely threatening, and hilarious in a low-key existential way
2:59
Printer Séance
v4.5
90s-style psychedelic rock with a dark and poetic atmosphere, Deep male vocals, almost spoken like a trance or sermon, Vintage organ, bluesy electric guitar riffs, reverb-heavy drums, and a hypnotic groove, Feels mysterious, dreamlike, and a little dangerous — like wandering through a desert at night
3:34
Excel Prophet
v4.5
90s-style psychedelic rock with a dark and poetic atmosphere, Deep male vocals, almost spoken like a trance or sermon, Vintage organ, bluesy electric guitar riffs, reverb-heavy drums, and a hypnotic groove, Feels mysterious, dreamlike, and a little dangerous — like wandering through a desert at night
2:34
An acoustic-led ballad with soft percussive brushes and layered vocal harmonies, The male and female voices trade lines, occasionally singing together in close harmony, The mood is tender, almost melancholic, with a melody that could belong in a nostalgic love song — except it's about passive-aggressive food vengeance in an office fridge, Despite the humorous premise, the delivery is heartfelt, making it feel like a tragic romance disguised as a lunchtime dispute
2:39
An acoustic-led ballad with soft percussive brushes and layered vocal harmonies, The male and female voices trade lines, occasionally singing together in close harmony, The mood is tender, almost melancholic, with a melody that could belong in a nostalgic love song — except it's about passive-aggressive food vengeance in an office fridge, Despite the humorous premise, the delivery is heartfelt, making it feel like a tragic romance disguised as a lunchtime dispute
3:04
A dreamy, eerie electro-acoustic ballad with a slow build — beginning with ambient textures, subtle reverb-drenched guitar plucks, and a gentle ticking beat like a modem trying to connect, As the song develops, analog synths swell like distant interference, and a second vocal joins in harmony, This is another romantic-style duet, but darker — like two ex-lovers trapped in the same open office network, suspicious of each other, yet deeply intertwined in their shared digital prison, The melody is fragile, the harmonies haunting, It sounds like a slow dance in a server room at the end of the world
2:21
A slow-burning groove with a head-nodding beat, dry percussion, clipped funk guitar, and a dusty bassline that never fully resolves, Both vocals are delivered like passive-aggressive emails: polite on the surface, poisonous underneath, The duet structure is conversational, like two people stuck in a never-ending thread, It’s minimal, looping, hypnotic — like office politics with a backbeat, Think "slow funk noir in a digital trench coat"
3:17
A melancholic, folk-infused ballad carried by acoustic guitar and soft, vintage keys — like a love song written in the notes app, then mangled by predictive text, The arrangement is barebones and intimate: fingerpicked guitar, subtle background hum, light percussion tapping like typing on a phone screen, The duet is soft-spoken, confessional — each voice completing or contradicting the other’s line, as if two people are writing over each other’s messages, There’s humor, regret, and something oddly touching in the idea that technology keeps misrepresenting who they really are
3:08
An upbeat, syncopated groove with a dry, bouncy rhythm — driven by a jangly electric guitar, a gritty bassline, and a lazy-snappy drumbeat that sounds like someone tapping their desk with a pen in frustration, The vibe is western-meets-wifi: surfy, dusty, slightly deranged, Vocals are spoken-sung, trading back and forth like two survivors in an endless browser wasteland, It’s catchy, weirdly danceable, and full av burnt-out digital cowboy energy, Picture a Google Chrome apocalypse set to music
3:04
This song opens in near silence — just breath and tension, A single electric guitar plucks minor chords with ghostlike reverb, Slowly, a heartbeat-like kick drum enters, Then strings swell, synths shimmer, and the vocals rise from whisper to flame, This is a vocal powerhouse performance, soaring between delicate vulnerability and explosive emotion, The arrangement is raw but cinematic — made for belting from the rooftops in a coat you refuse to take off, It’s sexy, strange, intense, and spiritual, and it’s about coffee reading your innermost thoughts
3:24
Duett man and woman, A sparse, dry, almost whispered farewell over a looping Wurlitzer piano and minimalistic drum machine beat, The groove is low and slow — like walking home from a job you never wanted to leave, but needed to, Occasional ambient textures drift in, like memories echoing in an empty inbox, Vocals are conversational, tired, resigned — but with a flicker of peace, This is Jim unplugging, not in rage, not in sadness — just in final acceptance, The tone is somewhere between a resignation letter and a lullaby