Fine artwork. A parrot gets caught in the cosmic glue of an uncategorized genre for a record release. The bird morphs backwards in time to smaller crustaciens like a snail, but the parrot being a parrot still repeats over and over something that it had heard before he began spinning this uncategorized recording. The bird yelps in the thick black hue, “Whaaat, no genre category, whaaath no genre category!” Having been witness to this awful backwards a morphed bird, I must say that there is safety in making music that fits into a category, even if it something as awful as ‘Progressive Rock’.

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