that BLK JKS record is the most maddeningly frustrating and tantalizingly promising thing to ever exist maybe. About as good of an example of a band that could've powered Dyson spheres if the stars had aligned but what we got out of it is just kinda mostly crap. they hint so hard at a future transformation into a powerhouse but they seem neurotically uncomfortable at shedding their TVOTMVisms, which are painfully blatant. Maybe I'm just too enamored with the idea of African prog (Rick Wakeman dunnae count, fool!)
e: yeah, turns out these guys get terribleer and terribleer as the album goes on. just a waste.
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