I bloom again with doom in its various forms, always careful not to venture where the water gets too murky. But I drowned once again.
Dad, what's the drone? Not now, son... I'm going to the kitchen to trim the green beans. You leave everything as it is, since I'm only missing a couple of chords and half a drumbeat.
Imagine a night standing on stage. With my Albion bass, I will torment just one string. I will make it tremble until it screams in pain. I will stop only when I see despair in people's eyes. The dismay. No voice. Maybe a narrator or screams, who knows... Are you afraid of the dark? Someone dies. Someone is born, lives, kills, kills themselves. Dies. Are you dead? In the end, you're dead. Buried in an ebonO))) coffin with Al Cisneros as undertaker. You're dead.
Virna Lisi said of them: ''with that name, they can play whatever they want''
Josh Homme said of them: ''Stoner Rock? Trademark already registered. Copyright breached. Now cough up the money!''
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