Along with a poem by Chris and a extended Interview. All to be expected, of course, in a band generally though of having replaced the Rolling Stones. But there is something else, another and different systematic riff pulsating inside their sound. It is the sound found where the bar barbecued chicken and ribs are so hot your eyes water and your face sweats, and you try to cool out the jalapeno with a beer like Black dallas. I don't even know, hello horizons and corners and watch how we wind that clock.
People are so fascinated with figures.
I dont think there can be anything more impersonal than numbers. It was more of just a feeling. So, I think this title represents that-I stole it from a hymn book. Im sure there's something wrapped up in the Gospel about it. We did it in about eight days or so, and that's about that.