05/05/2013
"Now picture in your mind's eye ... what I just said."
That will disappoint your expectations and this is a failure on my part, due both to my semi-illiterate wordsmithering, and a failure on your part to not recognise that for this humble punter from the back blocks of nowhere, such nights were on par with the opening of portals into beastly dimensions, the unleashing of primordial, primal instinct, and a third example of something amazing happening the likes of which I can't remember due to the swimming in ales from lands near and far (mostly near, in Richmond) to anaesthetise the body in lieu of the inter-dimentiional travel that we thrust ourselves toward, step by step, beat by beat, riff by riff, conjuring up melalui spells of wizards, witches, goblins, ghouls, that which was requisite for the unleashing of the beast of rock. Whether it was a Moneyshot, a second, a County belonging to a guy named Shane, a Problem, or any other band of travellers compelled to become conduit to the powerful unknown, this is what I picture in my mind's eye should the uttering of 'The Underpass' disturb my cochlea. Brad, Tone, Denny, - names of simple men who became legend when they were thought as such by performing the acts deemed legendary. Rach, too, a queen of darkness, a gatekeeper, knowing but not revealing to all that shoved fives and tens her way, that the immediate future need shades as it was going to be so god damned mother f* #%ing bright. Now picutre in your mind's eye ..." - Chad Boreanz