After an extremely disheartening jam session wrought with naught but teen angst of the most somber, dismal, joyless degree, James Babu, Kris Mayer and that meddling fool Matt Richers recorded what could possibly have been the epitome of tribulation, the essence of woe, the typified personification, if you will, of utter dysphoric wretchedness.
And then I added some Apple Loops.