It is the eighth album from Tuesday Never Comes.

Pleasure had to be found in work and nobody had a guitar. Vocal amplification was out of the question and no one had *the time for dancing*.

Discipline increased. Chemistry evolved. A futuristic level of collaboration occurred. To those in the present, it was inexplicable.

Cause and effect went out the window. The sound called for the whole. To be whole. They wore masks and ran down to the water. Only the musicians, were able to avoid the unavoidable-- for a time. While the others found their unity in an instant free from mediation. Drowning, actually and finally, eliminating the discrepancies that had dogged them as their lives.

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