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Sick desires
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Complete, First published Sep 15, 2025
Mature
Content warning for this one cause there is some heavy stuff in these songs (mentions of abuse, s/a, drugs, eating disorders, suicide)

Sick desires (2014) is the sophomore album by musician Ripp Grunt of Vandermorgan. It was conceived after a long hiatus, with Ripp eluding the general public amongst several controversies and health concerns. Like Road to Fucking Nowhere, it is a concept album and follows the story of a troubled young man as he succumbs to abuse, drugs, fame and his eventual death at the hands of it. Ripp drew inspiration from his own life growing up in a military household with a controlling father, as well as his mental and physical health struggles. Sick desires was a far cry from its predecessor with its gothic and heavy guitar sounds, sense of melancholia and being incredibly dark thematically. Suicide, the dark side of fame, addiction and generational and familial trauma are prominent themes. The album was met with a lot of praise for its unique sound and concept. A deluxe of the album was released in late 2014. The track Heavy metal all the time was only released in Japan, being replaced by a cover of Nirvana's "Pennyroyal tea" elsewhere. 

Ripp is a character from the sims 2 and I was so passionate about his fictional music career, fleshed out songs and albums came from it. This is the third set of songs in the series! I consider it some sort of poetry lol.

Lana Del Rey was a great inspiration, for this one specifically the album Ultraviolence.
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