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Review by LlamaLover
It took them so long to settle into something. I'll be honest, I was beginning to lose hope. It was somewhat scary for me. I think what happens is that they try to push it so hard at first, and they werent clicking, so they individually tried to step up and take over and lead it, but it just made it more disorganized and unsettling.
Then for some reason, and I need to listen again to see how it happened, but they they just took a giant step back. And out of nowhere, it got very blissful. Like extremely blissful. Heavenly. And Mike dropped a bomb to show his approval. And kicked the little floor bell, basically saying, "fuck ya guys". Oh was he happy.
It was honestly some of the prettiest music Iv ever heard. It sort of reminded me, and I'm sorry to do this, but the heat in the 4th quarter of those close games during the end of their mid season win streak. They just flip an on switch. And in the end only the haters lose. Once the nerves are gone, all the puzzles fall into place. Its like a deranged abstract artist who just violently splotches paint on a canvas. And after a while, he steps back and the canvas is just one big solid mesh of a single, unified color. At which point, he sips his coffee, or absinth or whatever, and starts again but ends up with a beautiful landscape. A scenery of a forest over looking a misty mountain or something. Shit man. Shift of consciousness. And the rest of the second set was like a celebration party.
That was only night 1.