Bass- low like a fog horn. Drums- churning hits to a rusty fifty-five gallon oil can. Morse code blares below the surface, never stopping. Songs are all about the olde-worldly pursuit of whaling. This is no June of '44 song cycle, but rather an ugly journey filled with drugged out sailors, mis-shapen sea beasts and a desire to kill that damned white whale.
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