There is an old Patton Oswalt routine that talks about KFC bowls where he name-checks a classic sad, nihilistic album:
“Stop right there! Can you pile all of those items into a single bowl and just kinda make them into a wet mound of starch that I can eat with a spoon like I’m a death-row prisoner on suicide watch? … Is there a way that the bowl can play This Mortal Coil’s It’ll End in Tears album while I’m eating it at 2:00 in the morning in my darkened apartment, just kind of staring into the distance? … If you could put my lunch in a blender and liquefy it and put it into a caulking gun and then inject it right into my femoral artery, even better. But until you invent the lunch gun, I would like a failure pile in a sadness bowl.”