Donald Rumsfeld Says
Me, I've always had a lot of time for modern 'mercan artists who pack a whole pile of frontier spirit into their intelleckshull kitbags, & pitch up palisades of static isolationist drone to ringfence the fir-trees in their forest of feedback, so's their slowed-down metal riffs can flourish free from the mockery of those furrin types who prefer their emp'rors garbed, y'know? An' this guy's got a proud name, born for some serious infamy: like John Wilkes Booth or Lee Harvey Oswald, he can't remain a known unknown for long. That there name's as distinct a mnemonic as Dylan Carlson's heroin spike or Stephen O'Malley's pseudo-avant leanings. Ol' GW went nuttier than a raccoon's spoor for this one when I played it him at the fish-fry on the Fourth, & I'm fucksure you will too if you throw your dollar at it.