Think about it: an album that balances existential dread (‘Which to Bury; Us or the Hatchet?’) with absolute absurdist gems (‘The Only Thing Worse Than Beating a Dead Horse Is Betting on One’). That takes a rare kind of genius.
Think about it: an album that balances existential dread (‘Which to Bury; Us or the Hatchet?’) with absolute absurdist gems (‘The Only Thing Worse Than Beating a Dead Horse Is Betting on One’). That takes a rare kind of genius.
