The long awaited album from the Gods of Mystery.
This could have gone two ways:
It could have been very bad. Rushed. Not thought through. Simplistic. It would have been a let down, a disappointment. Completely out of charicture for Maynard. But you never know with that odd odd man.
Or it could have been emotional, driving, more than expected. Beautiful and harsh all at once.
Lucky for us it was the latter.
We went to a midnight sale to get this album. We both listened to it immediately. On repeat.
It's absolutely stunning.
The whole album is like a constant orgasm.