birds and iguanas and fish
- +..postrock Psyche
- +..darkwave
- +.. eighteen minutes and thirty five seconds :-)
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Tool had formed out of curmudgeonly frustration, had burst with little preparation on the city’s club scene, had unquestioningly responded to Maglia’s request to meet with them. Signing with his label after only seven performances would be one more act of faith. “There’s a sense that all this just fell into place,” Maynard would explain. “But most of it was just dumb luck and trust. You step over the edge into darkness. The bliss finds you.”
Keenan, Maynard James.
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