Earth
HEX: Or Printing In The Infernal Method

LA RECENSIONE

Growing up is the best thing that can happen to a damn Homo Erectus. You look back and think about how stupid you were, about the bullshit you still enjoy doing, but back then it was too much even for you, invincible minor idiot, drunk, drugged without vice, always over the top. Until the cheese man arrives. He really makes you think, with him you come back down to earth, he reminds you that "you're not the only one here, step aside".
I want to reach 50 with a belly, look back at the past and say "Damn, what a party I had, but what an idiot I was", the last phrase I want to hear will be "Oh, if only I could go back, when I was young...". NEVER.

Dylan and Adrienne moved out. They left their anti-atomic bunker equipped with a home theater system and a screen projecting giant spinning donuts to go between the desert and the steppe. They didn't send me an email to let me know, those bastards, they holed up in a shack with two guitars and a four-piece drum set, implicit the COOP bag (which is you, remember that) full of weed. In the evenings, they go out to walk under the stars, meet some hungry coyote with a bone in its mouth, ready to snag Dylan's banjo whenever it gets the chance. In the morning, breakfast in the native camp, drink antifreeze-corrected coffee, say goodbye and return home, plectrum and sticks in hand, making sure the coyote hasn't snagged their beloved banjo. And the cowboys? Dead, all of them. The prankster companions O'Malley and Anderson came by some time ago for a Sunn0))) date and the mustaches collapsed, half-hearted, spiritless.The Earth guys aren't kids anymore. They're tired of Seattle's infamous weather, they've grown up. Anything related to grunge irritates them. So they sent 9 tracks to Alpheus Studios, called three friends to add bass, trumpets, and various bundles in post-production with a follow-up telegram "Do what you want, we're fine, screw you". Just to be nice, a phone call to Stephen "Take some of those photos you know for the booklet, adios".

They've grown up and so have I, without asking anything of the creator, without desires for eternal life or unattainable dreams. Actually, I have one wish, to tell the Creator, yes, I admit it. Honorable Creator, "DON'T MAKE ME GO DEAF, OTHERWISE I'LL GET MAD".