But such terms limit the appreciation of music - for example, if you hear a few shit tracks which are "folk" or "industrial" that might be enough to put you off that genre for good.  Your loss. Beast Bones is a fantastic CD singly thing.

Both pieces - I can't call them songs - are linked; each builds, develops, and gets its witherwings inside you. Also, I swear each piece is different every time you hear it. Both tracks shift and move in a long loop, each connecting again as the CD repeats, which caused me leave it repeating for an hour, which is an extraordinary experience, producing a physical reaction of lightheadedness and inertia. Hell, who needs illicit drugs when there's characters like Beast Bones?

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