There are some songs and albums that go with certain memories like peanuts in plastic white cups used to go with Friday nights back in the day. I had just graduated from college and had just begun life as a rent-paying adult. White men crooning soulfully over fuzzy, reverb-drenched, jangly guitars had become a large part of what indie rock sounded like. My Friday nights were peanuts in plastic cups with friends listening to, among other songs, Merchandise’s Become What You Are. My Saturday mornings were glasses of water alone in my room listening to, among other albums, Merchandise’s Children Of Desire.