In a fall 2011 interview — nearly a year and a half after the release of Baths' Cerulean — Will Wiesenfeld mulled over what he would title the follow-up to his debut LP. Unlike Cerulean, the L.A. resident said, it likely wouldn't be named after a color. But if it were, the choice of hue would be "much more bleak, like blacks and grays." The new Obsidian — whose moniker comes from a black-ish, volcanic gemstone — makes good on Wiesenfeld's speculation while delivering that same aura of bleakness through its luxuriantly pained lyrics. Over whirs, strings, and crackles that blossom and recede with the speed of time-lapse photography, Wiesenfeld croons passages like "No God/No dawn/No need/The thought of mortality dormant in me," and "I am sweet swine/And no man is ever mine" with empathy-inducing credibility. Whatever color it is, his misery could use your company.