There’s a great amount of inflation over writing sad, dreamy music, and, to paraphrase Tom Waits, the quality of much of it is affecting the quality of our suffering. Most of us are firmly in the gutter, but Redolent are among those starring at the stars.
Aspartame, as far as my basic chemistry knowledge can guide me, is an artificial sweetener. Some think it happens to be more evil than the sugar it is supposed to replace. Redolent here uses the fake saccharine appellation as a metaphor for drug use.
If you think this is clever, you should check out the music. Tasteful guitar lines, and distant falsetto singing help create a dense, foggy atmosphere that feels well suited to the subject matter being discussed here.