A toe-tapping, self-deprecating celebration of being an idiot.

A jazzy lament of the dating scene in your 20s.

Written during the plague and dramatically filled with the dystopian psychopathy that accompanied it.

Bright, whimsical, and dripping with longing for your lobster…er, lover.

Pure fun and joy from the first note.

Gently lift the heaviness of the world away with this jangle-pop tune.

“Falling Forwards” sees Karaboudjan emerge as a singular new voice in the psychedelic indie rock scene.

A deceptively slow tempo rally about how we’re all in this together.

A beautifully honest collage of infinite loops exploring our reoccurring character flaws.

Caring, kind, and filled with heartwarming pop-rock sentiment.