There’s a peculiar intimacy to driving alone at night. The streets are empty, the city lights blur into streaks against the windshield, and the hum of the engine becomes a private rhythm. For many of us growing up in the 1990s, that solitude was soundtracked by trip-hop: the shadowy beats, languid basslines, and ethereal voices of artists like Massive Attack, Portishead, and Tricky.