"No deadlines, no ball tripping, no drama, just 2 grown ass men using essential oils and bold new perfumes shooting ideas and scooting their ass across the fucking lawn trying to get rid of these worms."
A late entry into the psychosis-mapping prog canon, The Mars Volta’s crazed debut smashed together heavyweight riffs, swerving rhythms and unhinged guitar to form a memorable musical maelstrom.
