Review Summary: I've been reading too much Cormac McCarthy lately
The man sauntered into the pitch darkness of the edifice with his head held high and his grip tightened around a jet black case. He fumbled across the cold featureless wall for the lightswitch until an upward twitch of his muscle fibers birthed a primordial lightning strike of illumination across the confines of the Kansas City Missouri recording studio. It was tan everywhere you looked and it felt like walking into one of those ships in a bottle. The case was a guitar case and it had a guitar in it and the man knelt down and removed the guitar from the case and rested it against the stack of amplifiers against the wall. They were sprawling and infinite and seemed to regard him with some sort of ancient eldritch wisdom. His contemporaries trailed in behind him like the slithering heads of a hydra clamoring for a fresh kill or perhaps some much deserved mainstream recognition.
Dont think we have much time today gentlemen, the man solemnly stated. He was still kneeling.
Whats the rush Allen. We’re professionals here. We get the job done.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Lets make this time count is all I’m saying.
Counting was easy for the drummer. The drummer was fair skinned and unassuming in appearance and named after a stock exchange. His deceiving appearance housed a power so seismic it could produce vibrations that resonated up to twenty five years into the future but he was wary of altering timelines so he tried to conceal his true nature. Something about butterflies and their effects. The other three hydra heads regarded him with bewildered astonishment and bowed down at the altars of Marshall and Orange. They picked up the quarter inch cables off of the floor and inserted the cables into their guitars and then knelt down again and inserted the other ends of the cables into the amplifier which grabbed forcible hold of the weak and spineless input signal and converted into something altogether more fearsome and enveloping and beefy and simultaneously exquisite and gorgeous. The rapidly peaking and troughing cymatics displayed a capability to bruise. Coupled with an ability to comfort and heal. If the patterns aligned just right. These effects merged as one. Tesla himself would see God in this moment.
Alright Timmy Boy. Count us off.
And a one and a two and a.
Then Shiner proceeded to make one of the best f
ucking albums of the 1990s.
