One by myself, one by Tom. Me, as usual, developing a deep historical context and getting *very* eloquent about it, quasi-poetic without being neo-proggish (much like the album itself), detached devotion, almost losing myself (though very calmly and politely) with the turns of phrase. Tom, also as usual, underplaying the historical sense, perhaps not getting too deep on the album itself and certainly less methodical and in-depth than me, and referring to the background context of the weather in which he's hearing it much more than I ever would.
― Robin Carmody, Wednesday, 4 October 2000 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)