Slow and steady wins the race, they used to say.
Not too slow though, I would add.
Too hot, a bit of convection is needed.
Like a mangalica multiplied by seven sows running, just to use the suggestions.
Meanwhile, it might grunt at the sky hoping to relieve its soul.
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It went like this: for quite a few months the rougher Stoned Jesus and the softer Sleep have been ringing the doorbell relentlessly.
Now I'm sanding my ears with it.
Three tracks that echo one another, resonant, not at all bombastic.
And a career practically still in its early grumblings.
Waiting for the wild boars.
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