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"Meanwhile you see the 10,000th iteration of a rym chart containing pet sounds, king crimson, kind of blue, every radiohead album, ect."
"King Crimson is now old and irrelevant but said, fuck it, imagine how big our sound could be if we toured with three drummers."
"One of the most devastating songs ever written. That whining opening melody so perfectly encapsulates abject existential despair, the sheer pointlessness of it all. The repeated strumming of the same note in the middle section represents time passing by as hours turn to days turn to weeks turn to mo"