Track Eight is North of the Border. I’ve had it on repeat for the last hour and it may go all night. KILLING JOKE is a fuck-ton more than one song but tonight this one song is elevating me. This album is lifting me up. Not exactly on that industrial tip that had me going earlier but a hard lean in that direction, no? Same intensity but the vibe not quite. It’s what I’m playing anyway. Jaz Coleman and the boys were an odd lot too, all numerology, mystical, magick wizard sorts. Listening to them talk always put me off, frankly, but then they played. Fucking hell, they played! I could put the hippie shit on the back burner when they played.
Leaving this with the music for now.