This band must be renamed IMMEDIATELY.

That photographer's knees would have received a thrashing they never would have forgotten…

That photographer's knees would have received a thrashing they never would have forgotten…

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No shit—was that ironic?

No shit—was that ironic?

I have mixed feelings about RTF. On the one hand, the musicianship is untouchable; it's one of the few band I'd feel comfortable describing as "astonishing" in that sense.

I have mixed feelings about RTF. On the one hand, the musicianship is untouchable; it's one of the few band I'd feel comfortable describing as "astonishing" in that sense.

Someone posted a link to an article about that a while back. It was surprising in that I always assumed Wakeman was the going to be the most obnoxiously effete of all of them, but in fact he was a working-class, meat-eating, beer-swilling guy who just wanted some decent food on tour.

Someone posted a link to an article about that a while back. It was surprising in that I always assumed Wakeman was the going to be the most obnoxiously effete of all of them, but in fact he was a working-class, meat-eating, beer-swilling guy who just wanted some decent food on tour.

Holy crap, Lex is back! To explain how much better than everything else funk is, naturally, but back none the less.

Holy crap, Lex is back! To explain how much better than everything else funk is, naturally, but back none the less.

I've gotten through all of them. They can be a bit pretentious, and they weren't THAT good (they were definitely the hipster darlings of their scene), but Third brings it, and the live BBC version is even better.

I've gotten through all of them. They can be a bit pretentious, and they weren't THAT good (they were definitely the hipster darlings of their scene), but Third brings it, and the live BBC version is even better.

I could never quite pinpoint what they were doing; it was almost like Klezmer rock.

I could never quite pinpoint what they were doing; it was almost like Klezmer rock.

"No Quarter" as well, and to great effect, I believe.

"No Quarter" as well, and to great effect, I believe.

I think you really have to take Satriani out of it. The writer/typist analogy is a very apt there: He's like a guy who can type 200 words a minute but couldn't write an original sentence if you put a gun to his head.