It was quite impossible to describe.  Here is what it looked like.  It looked like a piano sounds shortly after being dropped down a well. It tasted yellow, and it felt Paisley. It smelled like the total eclipse of the moon.

Nature provides exceptions to every rule.

But what if it’s someone who’s not our type? Someone who wears the back of her collar up or something?’ 

I sometimes wonder how many hours of my life I have wasted bitching about keyboards. The use of keyboards and synthesizers is the Roe v. Wade of '80s metal. It was-without question-the lamest instrument a band could use.

Written By Chuck Klosterman

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