Imagine 19th Century America. Say you were out on the Oregon Trail, but instead of dying of dysentery, you ate some ergot-tainted bread and stared at the sun until you went blind? Or perhaps you were enchanted by the dulcet tones of a wonderful singing bull?
Probably not the vision of 1800's America that readily springs to mind, unless you are familiar with the singular work of a group that has gone by many names
since its founding in 1982, but currently rejoices in Caroliner Rainbow Blumbeigh Treason of the Abyss.
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