Powerful show, if only an hour and 48 minutes long. Not a word was spoken by the band to the audience, speaking of pretense.
The finale was a half-hour version of "Blaise Bailey Finnegan III," of which I've written in these pages previously.
I guess they still haven't figured out they'd been punked. Or--and I should mention the possibility--they knew the guns and the poem was all bullshit.
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Anyway, it was a fucking orchestral treat, eight part toccatas and fugues, people, and I was glad I didn't have to hear them ask me to support Hamas, or anything.