When I was a teen, I worked alone at a late night gas station. Essentially, I sat in a tiny cubicle and no customers came in. My only company was a lot of weed, junk food, and bands like Butthole Surfers, Jesus Lizard, and Sonic Youth to wring out my THC-addled brain like a sponge. Cinema Cinema would have fit the bill nicely. Noise rock or psych rock or whatever. It’s heavy and feedback-y, yet somehow beautiful. I think it’s pretty damn good, but I’d probably like it more if I was still smokin’.