If you’re looking for something a little more thoughtful and poetic to chew on, look no further.

When you want to make a point in a short runtime, things have a way of getting a little gruesome.

This list focuses on albums that have a sound that I’m referring to as “fried”, meaning psychedelic, dissonant, avant-garde, or otherwise just kind of fucked up.

It’s cold as hell in much of the Northeast, and set to get colder this weekend.