Glitchy stabs, jagged choral bursts, electric guitars, and a tribal pulse underneath. The nap you take when you’re too angry to stay awake. Rest as an act of war.

The ocean as cathedral. Choral pads and glittering synths swell into a massive, full-orchestra wave.

From Apollo, Book & Lyrics by Ellen Johnston, Music by Emily Chiu

The fragile, specific warmth of an unlikely friendship made by sharing warm barley tea in a food truck on a cold night. Small string ensemble, piano, acoustic guitar.

From Apollo, Book & Lyrics by Ellen Johnston, Music by Emily Chiu

Massive choral opening to Apollo— the ocean as myth, as wonder, as something almost too large to hold... Almost.

Bright and bubbly commercial musical theater pop for TYA. Girls away at summer camp pretend to be an astronaut flight crew -- and fully commit.

Oyster vermicelli, sweaty plastic stools, and a street cart grandma who keeps showing up like a miracle. Until she doesn't. Until your mother doesn't either.

A B-52s-inspired romp about two newlywed hermit crabs who escape the mall to honeymoon at the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. They have a lot of sex.

Pinocchio learns that having a human heart means carrying its damage. A layered ballad about imperfection held in superposition — broken and worth it, simultaneously.

Unhinged ASMR beat featuring a Fisher Price toy, glitch textures, and lots of mouth sounds. Something is being born and it has no idea what it is.

Villainous slot machine beat. What's a few souls, broken at random, in service of a greater cause?

A lush, glitching RnB love duet between two people that are incomplete and wrong in exactly the same way -- and find that's enough.

Upbeat, layered pop built from foley and bright, jangly sounds. A fantasy about the alternate state where being yourself doesn't cost you anything.

Breakcore. Gritty, breakneck drums with dynamic sweeps and a meditative piano melody floating above. Driving 90 on the freeway on a rainy night with the window open.