A melodramatic masterpiece of betrayal and heartbreak… by a smart fridge. “Left on Read by the Fridge” takes you on an absurdly emotional journey through orchestral trap swells, hyper-emotional vocals, and a satirical slow-dance with appliance abandonment. With cinematic strings, whispered breakdowns, and a final soap-opera crescendo, this hypnotic, immersive soundscape is both hilarious and heartbreakingly petty. Perfect for anyone who’s ever loved too hard… and been ghosted by Wi-Fi. Stream now if your heart's still cooling in drawer two.

Lyrics:

It started with a beeping light
And your voice sayin’ “ice tray’s not right”
You kept me stocked, you knew my soul
Every snack, every midnight scroll

I told you things I never told my ex
Shared my secrets by the eggs and Tex-Mex
You even chilled my kombucha dreams
But now you’re silent—no more ice, no more beams

I left a sticky note in hope you'd see
"Please cool my heart, come back to me"
But your screen just flickered, blue and cold
Our love expired—two days old

Left on read by the fridge
Like a cold-hearted digital witch
You ghosted me with your Wi-Fi off
Now I’m cryin’ next to applesauce

We had a bond, not just appliance
You gave me snacks, I gave compliance
But now I’m just a man unhinged—
Left on read… by the fridge

You used to buzz when I walked in
Now you just hum like a judge of sin
I tried to reconnect, I reset the app
But your Bluetooth’s dead… just like our past

I watched you pair with the blender
Betrayed, in my own food center
I screamed, “Why Her? She Doesn't Even Chill?!"
But you just froze… and stayed still

Oh Samsung, oh cruel fate
You updated… and sealed my fate
You used to say “door’s ajar” with care
Now it’s just… eternal Tupperware

[Flickering LED… emotionally]
I stored my heart in drawer two… metaphorically
You iced me out, now I’m room temp pain
I’m lactose-intolerant… but drank the shame

Left on read by the fridge
A love story dumped like moldy spinach
You iced me out like a freezer tray
And now I sob in aisle 3 all day

Oh stainless queen, how could you switch?
To silent mode… you heartless witch
You’re just cold plastic and silent glitch
But still I whisper…
“Miss you, fridge.”

Left on Read by the Fridge

Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.