This Blasted Heath
I'm in the best band you've never heard of. Obviously, I think that, otherwise I wouldn't be in it. I'm a busy man. I don't want to waste my time or yours. I'm not saying we're the best band . There are some good bands about and, really, its a question of taste. Your mileage may vary. And do you really need another middle-aged man, probably in a black tee shirt and a beanie hat, telling you, definitively, the best bands EVER? They're wrong. And it doesn't matter what band they say is the best band, because the action of them saying it changes the outcome, like bouncing a photon off an electron and ruining its day. It's the Sunday Observer effect. But you have never heard of us. That's the hill I'm desperately trying not to die on. We're a discreet outfit, like thermal underwear. We're hidden, occult. Chthonic. That's okay. We come from a time when telling people about your work was absolutely not on. Not cool. Infra Dig. ...
