Gloomchester, those doleful divas of despair, have finally unleashed their debut album, “Raining on My Parade (While I’m Drowning in a Vat of Melancholy),” and it’s a symphony of sadness so exquisitely crafted, so gloriously gloomy, that it might actually cause your soul to spontaneously combust. This isn’t your garden-variety, “my goldfish died” kind of … Continue reading Gloomchester’s “Raining on My Parade (While I’m Drowning in a Vat of Melancholy)”: A Triumph of Misery, a Masterpiece of Mope