The album was called by a one-hit-wonder band from the 70s named The Fudge . They’d recorded it inside an abandoned Nestlé plant in Switzerland, using only the sounds of machinery: the clack of molds, the hiss of tempered steam, and the thump-thump-thump of a refinery stone grinding sugar into silk.
The cover was a gatefold sleeve made of thick, dark brown cardboard that smelled faintly of cocoa. When you opened it, a tiny conveyor belt of paper truffles rolled past a pop-up vat of fondant. And if you pressed the center label of the vinyl just right, a warm, syrupy hum of melted chocolate basslines oozed out of the speakers. chocolate factory album
She licked it.
The Chocolate Factory Album was no longer an album. It had finally become what it always wanted to be: a factory that needed a worker. The album was called by a one-hit-wonder band