They were bad, so we drowned… and attained a holy state of egoless transcendence

General Consensus: Critics hate the new Liars record, musicians LOVE the new Liars record, across the board, based on casj weekend polling. Margin of error: ???
I personally love the EP, but could only get through about 3 1/2 songs on the full-length before I felt like I was being subjected to a purity test in a bucket of milk, struggling for my lack of breath through the sanctity of the cow’s nectar. Liars LP: where the good will of Yahweh casts heathen critics to their eternal damnation.
I wish my weekend was full of witches and wardrobes, but mostly it was just CDs and file cabinets. Moved to a new house; moving is the lost chapter of The Inferno. Moving turns all else to grits. High points/non moving time, of course, featured Rjyan et chez Buehler, espesh magical Rjys’ magical DVD of the magical 1973 jawn Holy Mountain, which is like Jan Fabre on some mystical mescaline tour. Jodorowsky hired little kids to play the crucifiers, ends up kinda Rosicrucian. Not to mention: lizards dressed up as Mayans, encroached upon by toads wearing crusader suits; deaths symbolized by tumbling pomogranates, sparrows flying from an open hole in a man’s shirt; Jesus dagger-fighting an alchemist in a rainbow room; a woman covered in Hebrew tattoos stabbing a cello; a hippo in a bathhouse; a displaced swan; and the nine most powerful humans in the universe, representing the planets, on a journey for truth and enlightenment.
And A CHIMPANZEE NAMED CHUCHO-CHUCHO. (No relation to Herman Chim-Chim Anderson.)
Advice to Mel Gibson: don’t hate, hire more animals.