There is a melee; I
don’t suppose you need me to tell you who wins in a battle between
a bunch of overpaid athletes and a group of people who are used to
hunting and killing their nightly supper with their bare hands. As
Gorguts fades out and the thick non-sound of the glacier beneath us
fills the air with its stillness, we see the Cavemen’s first
baseman eating Montreal pitcher Graeme Lloyd’s face, and we watch
Peter Bergeron jump over the edge of the cliff rather than hang around
to see what horrors lie ahead. It is quite awful to see. It is also,
if you see the scene in its entirety, the exact visual representation
of Gorguts’s great and underrated 2001 album From Wisdom to
Hate, which we here at Last Plane to the French Glacier recommend
without qualification. It’s just the thing for Spring.
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