re: Cubicle 13
A tragicomic AI-generated concept album chronicling a single cursed workday from start to sleepless finish. Across 16 tracks, the marionette-like protagonist navigates alarm clock betrayal, printer-induced prophecies, soup aisle breakdowns, HR Zoom meetings, and sentient vending machines — all delivered with humor, chaos, and uncomfortable relatability.
Each song features AI-generated music (via Riffusion), story-driven lyrics guided by large language models, and a surreal blend of genres from synth-pop to industrial rock, screamo to baroque pop. It’s absurd, eerie, and all too real — a bizarre love letter to modern burnout.
Track List
| # | Time | Title | Description |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 7:10 AM | Time Is a Flat Liar | Alarm clocks lie. The calendar gaslights. A dramatic synth-pop opener to the cursed day. |
| 2 | 7:24 AM | The Cursed Brewer’s Soliloquy | Office coffee doesn’t just betray taste – it betrays your soul. |
| 3 | 8:11 AM | Buttoned Up, Butt Taken Hostage | Wrangling pants before a morning meeting becomes an existential battle. |
| 4 | 9:03 AM | Locked Out, Keys Laughing | He forgot his keys. They remember everything. |
| 5 | 9:27 AM | Sent to Print. Never Seen Again. | Industrial Rock meets printer possession. Karen’s gone. The toner knows. |
| 6 | 11:33 AM | Choose a Temperature, You Coward! | A Dino Mac & Cheese meltdown in microwave screamo form. |
| 7 | 11:41 AM | The Cottage Cheese Conspiracy | Stolen dairy, expired regret, and the return of Karen. |
| 8 | 1:00 PM | Mandatory Misery | HR’s mandatory Zoom about benefits: where souls go to buffer. |
| 9 | 2:27 PM | Data Wrangled Me First | When your spreadsheet contains both macros and malevolence. |
| 10 | 4:16 PM | All for One, Nuts for Me | Vending machine injustice set to a bluesy country lament. |
| 11 | 5:30 PM | Road to Somewhere, Maybe | A hazy drive home filled with existential turns and radio jingles. |
| 12 | 6:01 PM | I Just Wanted Soup | Too many choices, not enough sanity. A punk breakdown in Aisle 3. |
| 13 | 6:42 PM | Toast Was Always Plan B | Burned out and hungry, toast is the dinner of quiet surrender. |
| 14 | 8:48 PM | The Couch Sucks Me In | He sinks. The fan judges. The remote is useless. |
| 15 | 9:46 PM | Spit in Grief | Brushing with no toothpaste. Cursing the gods. The final decay. |
| 16 | 2:11 AM | Too Tired to Sleep, Somehow | Insomnia wins. He unravels. Tomorrow threatens to repeat. |
Album Tools and Production Notes
Music Generated With: Riffusion
Story: Based on real-life experiences
Lyrics: Collaborated using AI models including ChatGPT
Imagery By: DeepAI
