Granted the choice
To the Neris he'd go
Back to surface twice
Three scours between ice floes
Basin beloved, bits are battered
Decanter's dearest deep fried fragments
Spread 'em out for Sunday supper
Like blazes, the first chance he gets
He's gonna run on straight out to the wine press
Right eye to tasks grievous to be borne
Left to languid loam
A rub of the cloth fails to redress
Asked if his thoughts were profound
Or if he thought of nothing at all
Let it plunge down and save us
Arrogantly telling me
He's got this oral business licked
Some of these processes could persist
Amongst old piles of magazines
With leaves that had blown in
Or next door at the gas station
Where self-serving acts meet with felicitation
Sure, it's easy to say they sound like Steve Albini with some delay, but that really misses the bigger picture: Albini never used delay. They guys are doing some things that Steve never thought to and that's worth a listen. Gbro