Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright
apparently, as it turns out, the album is cleaved into two halves, in which it will come back, of its own accord, rather lovelessly, in the manner of Blake’s Songs of Innocence and of Experience Showing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul. It’s a companion to literary highs. Or, will wreck your literary high. and here i thought we were just plumbing the usual depths, but no, alas
