Spelljammer
Vol II

THE REVIEW

The concept is simple: there are those who can and those who cannot.

You can't give anything more than what has already been given, you can't play anything slower than what's already been played, you can't be heavier than any of those who came before you...
You're among those who cannot; so you copy a bit here and there.

But even when it comes to copying, there are those who can and those who cannot.

Spelljammer can. And thank goodness they do.

Thank God because sativa is gone and only indica is around. And if before you were walking through the park with just a smile to wear, now the couch grips your butt so tightly that even if you need to change the channel, you call a delivery guy.
You need doom, the true kind, the one that has remained the same for over twenty years, the kind where "even before the band was formed, you already knew their records."
It's the loneliest of your companions, the most useless, the most paranoid. Always telling you the same thing, always in the same way. It seems he's made too. He's that loser, who can do little in life.
But that little he can do, others can only dream of.

The concept is simple: there are those who can and those who cannot. Spelljammer knows it: they cannot.
And that's why they've come out with a kickass album.

Old, already heard, banal, and static?
Take the mixing bowl I left on the table, sit here on the couch, and let's see if with a little more calm, I can explain to you what the hell this blessed doom is.

Here you go, jerk, smoke.