A school friend and I were recently at a socially-distanced gathering where we managed to slip No Gods No Masters, the new Garbage album, into the playlist. The reason we wanted to check the record out is that the alternative rock band was a part of our childhood growing up in the 1990s (yes, we are old). 

And we discovered that the band hasn’t lost its edge. But it hasn’t lost its inherent darkness either, which got to our host eventually, and he changed the playlist back to the easy-listening electronica he’d been playing. Maybe I should have thrown that house party.