Turn-o'-the-century heroes introspect, burn bright, pass out. Making blast beats a threat again, JD's violent polyrhythms evoke titular schizophrenia better than the wailed lyrics, and in the space of forty seconds sufficient ground has been bulldozed for the life-affirming coda to blossom. Splitmates Orchid cower in awe, bested. Maybe Spirit of Versailles, debatably Trillion Barnacle Lapse approached this piercing vocal stratosphere, but they cheated — which is to say, they sang into microphones. File under "unplugged."
"My Most Recent Left–Right Brain Argument"
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