Absolutely badass record that I'm definitely going to spend some more time with this year. I much preferred the female vocalist over the male, and she sadly only took lead vocals on two of the tracks. It was enjoyable, but I don't know that I'll feel compelled to revisit it very often. Power Trip "Nightmare Logic" Good shit, that could have been a crossover thrash classic if they'd had the sense to cut every song on the album in half. Last edited: Jan 9, Eros Member. Oct 27, 4, Round 3 let's go!
Last edited: Feb 3, Futureman Member. Oct 26, 5, I never saw it if there was. Futureman said:. That Dog. Gary Clark Jr. Artistes Say Anything Green Day - Father of All That changes today! Loved this album a lot, a distinct yet familiar sound to those into early 90s dreamy pop music with some pleasant melodic noise. Definitely going to dig through their discography this month! While not the most refined thing, it is so dense with absolute ear worms and I can't help but find it catchy.
Packed with weird samples you can't quite recall and great hooks I can see this one growing on me over time, despite not necessarily being in love with it. I feel like this is a fascinating look at the type of music and art Gen Z will become synonymous with over time. Worth it for fans of the genre, but compared to a higher watermark in the genre like Pale Saints it's just nothing to write home about. Favorite songs: Repetition, Fifteen Minutes. This album is so heavily textured and filled with atmosphere it's astounding.
From the absolute pop banger opener of Throwing Back the Apple, to moody intense atmosphere of Hunted and Hair Shoes, this album paints a stellar soundscape in your head that's equally haunting and captivating. A must listen to fans of shoegaze, darkwave, or dreampop! The wildly different post-shoegaze alt country nature of Slow Buildings also compliments In Ribbons perfectly, what a gem of a forgotten band! Still,I decided to give this one a shot, and I'm happy I did!
This album feels incredibly detailed and well produced, it has a frantic energy and genre bending of pop, electronica, and metalcore in a way that actually sounds relevant and fresh in is a pretty staggering accomplishment.
Really strong and compelling pop album about destruction as a means of personal redemption, largely shedding the docile robotic YouTube roots tinged in irony of the Poppy character for something that feels more personal and confrontational. Big fan of this one! This album strikes a nice balance of storytelling, catchy melodies, and is just generally pleasant to listen to. Breezy soundscapes paired with interesting stories, not a bad way to go.
I can see myself throwing this one on regularly come summertime, especially around friends really into stuff like Mac Demarco looking for something a little more substantial and interesting.
Good stuff, not necessarily my cup of tea, but enjoyable none of the less. Never listened to Andy Shauf before so I might dig more into his backlog. Last edited: Jan 29, May 17, 1, Danny Brown - uknowhatimsayin? Kurt Vile - b'lieve i'm goin down Against Me! It's a Fever Dream.
Last edited: Feb 11, Blah said:. If not, you're in for a real treat. Dose Your Dreams in particular is such a wild ride where Damian isn't even on half the album while it dives into all kinds of experimental and disco diversions. It's long , weird, and amazing. Megatron Banned. Oct 27, 5, But it only counts if it was the first time You heard it? Megatron said:. Smash-It Stan Member. Totally forgot about this thread.
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Delivery times may vary, especially during peak periods. Who I Am. Coming Back. Feeling Low. Start Me Over. This Kiss. What Happened to Reality. Sacred-Steeple label. All at Once Summertown, Tennessee. Band began in February First show as a trio was August 6, Jason Franks. Jason Love: guitar. Departed June Matthew Burdette: bass. Adam Corbin: drums. Both of the Jasons were in the secular band Cruel Result, which broke up in April Full-length CD.
You See. Lead Us Home. Reissue: Pickwick CAS Pierce, Florida. Previous names: Clockwyze, Crumblegs. John Wellborn: lead vocals. Joe Alvey: guitar, backing vocals. Matt Short: guitar, backing vocals. Jared Brogan: bass, backing vocals. James Dickens: drums. All Fall Short Jeff Wiersma.
Jeremy Dias: guitars. Ben Smith: bass. Steve MacIndoe: drums. James O'Brien: vocals. Previous names of band: Withstand, Endure, Force of Change. Band was scheduled to have a 7" out by end of Featured Larry Dunbar on drums ex-Believer, the one from California. White Throne 8 : 4. All in All Canada. Jason Mann: bass replaced James Desmarais. Andrew Hedlin: vocals, guitar.
Luke Sadler: lead guitar. Chris Aquin: drums. Band no longer together. Bullet All of the Above Kansas City, Missouri. Began late No musical classification, as band can be all over the map. Marc Burton: vocals, trumpet. Josh Hargrave: guitar. BJ Ray: bass. Justin Newkirk: percussion. Style is pop worship. Rock the World Enterprises NR Custom RTWR Hidden Vision Records AC All Saved tune: All Across the Nation.
Glenn Schwartz: lead guitar. Joe Markko and Ed Durkos: rhythm guitars. Larry Hill: piano, tambourines. Lonely Street K. Massmann Tom Miller M. King Great Victory Schwartz Arrangements by band members and Rob Galbraith.
Produced by Rob Galbraith. Both had put their former association with rock music completely out of their lives for a walk with God. For one, it had been fourteen years; for the other, three months. And then the Word was revealed, and a new kind of music was being created. The music was so unheard of that year that big record companies didn't know how to categorize it.
No contracts could be signed for the band felt that the music was sacred and would not sell the publishing rights, even when millionaires flew to Kent from West Germany and producers from California. The group had received a large spectrum of attention through T.
The band certainly doesn't lack illustrious members, such as the former lead guitarist for The James Gang, and Pacific Gas and Electric Co. Tom Miller, the burning brand of the Kent, was singing with the group when he and the bass player, Randy Markko, were killed on a journey to spread the Gospel at a rock festival.
The music is exactly as Larry described in a news article he wrote about Glenn Schwartz: "Sometimes the music is so tender a bird could light on the notes and sing. At other times it's like I heard these dudes was down there, but I made up my mind nothing was gettin' a hold of me. But when the music started crankin' up, somethin pulled me to my feet and man I mean pulled me down there.
And when they talked about Jesus, somethin broke loose in my heart. I have been a heroin addict for years, this is the first time in years I've felt peace and freedom'. He was jumping in a pool of blood and was waving a black anarchist flag. Many times he stood up and said "I was one of the Kent crazies, burning buildings and challenging the National Guard.
The bullets in the air were so close I could feel the wind from them and my friends were falling around me. I could feel an evil power hanging over campus and I was aware that we were being used. I used drugs until I couldn't stand and lay in a stupor.
You talk about sex perversion, I was more than a little strange but through God, Jesus has set me free, purified my life and I have peace. I want to tell the young, and the old, and all that will listen about Jesus. Both girls play acoustic guitar and sing and play cello and violin as well. No hired musicians and voices on this album! We kept in touch off and on and then one day Larry called and said that they were ready to cut their own album.
Having found a studio in Cleveland where they could record, they asked me if I would come up and help with production and studio work. I agreed, but I had some reservations as to how good an album could be done in as short a time as they planned to do it and I was also unfamiliar with the studio and its sound. Let me just say now, that I couldn't have been more pleased with the album or the studio. Ken Hamann is one fine engineer. And the group I found the time spent, the music, and the people to be a very special blessing.
And, as Pam says, Praise God. Ed Durkos: rhythm guitar, vocals. Morgan King: bass. Mike Berkey: acoustic guitar, vocals.
Rob Galbraith: acoustic guitar, keyboards, orchestra bells. Kim Massmann - acoustic guitar, keyboards, violin, cello, vocals. Pam Massmann: acoustic guitar, keyboards, violin, cello, vocals. Larry Hill: keyboards, vocals. Carole King: keyboards, vocals on "Old Man Daniel. Tim Hill: drums and percussion.
With: Dr. Richard Massmann and his wife Jane: violin and viola. Cindy Ratzloff: harp. Side 1: Stephen M. Berkey Our Feast of Love P. By the Fire P. The th Psalm K. You Haunt My Mind K. Water Street L. Hill Side 2: Theme for Fellowship of the Ring L. Elfin Chimes K. The Big Race E. Durkos Great Victory G. Schwartz Old Man Daniel C. Valley of Decision M. Larry's Song label says P.
Massmann; insert states Laura Anne Markko Rob Galbraith and Larry Hill - production and arrangement. Pam Massmann - special string arrangement. Recorded at Cleveland Recordings. Engineered by Ken Hamann.
Brainwashed Glenn Schwartz: lead and rhythm guitars; acoustic guitar; harmonica; bass guitar on "Ode to Glenn Schwartz. Rob Galbraith: acoustic guitar, keyboards.
Kim Massman: acoustic guitar, violin, cello. Larry Hill: keyboards. Pam Massmann: keyboards, violin, cello. Carole King: keyboards. Tom Eritano and Tim Hill: drums, percussion. Vocals: Mike. Ode to Glenn Schwartz J. Markko Vocals: Joe. Seek Him Schwartz Vocals: Glenn.
Don't Look Back L. Vocals: Joe and Larry. Lonely author unknown; vocals: Carole King and J. Sleeve credits King only. Side 2: Frog Alley L. Vocals: Larry and Joe. Messed Up Schwartz See the Flesh Fly K.
Vocals: Kim. Smilin' Dog L. Our Answer K. Vocals: K. Inner sleeve has Having a Ball at the Smiling Dog. String arrangements by Rob and Pam. All music and vocal backgrounds by the All Saved Freak Band. Engineered by Ken Haman sic. Brainwashed - Liner Notes The 60's were an epoch, an era. It was the time of the surfacing of the counter culture.
It had its basic philosophy, its demonstrators, and its music. As everything that stirs and involves the masses, this bag brought forth both good and bad. It left some with broken minds, others it left lonely and lost. Some it left only a surplus of long hair, to them it was only a fad. Others it left with faith and still wanting to help others. Others it left never to be the same. They are the writers, the poets, the scholars, the artists, the seers and musicians that are bringing in a new renaissance.
These are the ones which saw what was really happening, and refused to go into bondage, "Give me liberty or give me death. The crowds screamed, "God damn you! One of these whirling out of creation into form is Glenn Schwartz, former lead guitarist for the James Gang, and Pacific, Gas and Electric. Glenn was both a student, and a father of the rock-blues guitarists cult of the 60's.
Being a student of the blues music he played, caused him to seek out such men as B. He learned his lessons well and was well rewarded. Some that have studied under him are now playing with superstar groups. Glenn was chosen star performer after playing before 85, people at The Palm Beach Rock Festival, and one year later was rated as one of the top five rock guitarists in the world.
Playing on the nationwide hit, "Are You Ready? But the rock worls knew they had more than a propaganda produced rock star when Honor of Honors came running down. Jimmy Hendrix himself requested Glenn to play at what turned out to be his last birthday party.
Glenn relates some of his experience in the tune "Messed Up" and "Seek Him", which reveals some of his "Lost and Found" department.
Tired of phony trips that went nowhere, and empty words that did nothing but repeat themselves the prophets of the subway walls and tenement halls do nothing but gripe he was looking for the action. So while our star was standing at the crossroads, wondering Pacifically if it was Gas, or Electric, that made his little light shine, someone screamed, "I'm a seeker," and he said, "So am I.
And this is when it all hit the fan. Cuz many people close to him were hypochondriacs and kept insisting that he take his medicine, whether he needed it or not.
Having never walked themselves, they could not understand why he wanted to jump and dance. Somebody said, "He's crazy. Come and dance with me. Why I wouldn't be caught dead at a dog fight dancing with you. And speaking of dogs, they even persecute the innocent. Well, about that time, our star was wondering again what constellation he was in, when someone shouted, "Happy Birthday! Says Boy Wonder, "Because they laughed at me. Ed Durkos: rhythm guitar.
Kim Massmann: acoustic guitar. Norris McClure: bass. Pam and Kim Massmann: strings. Tom Eritano and Tim Hill: drums and percussion. Side 1: Read Sea Rising J. Inner Light L. Vocal: J. She uttered a stifled sob, trembled from head to foot, and suddenly, with a painful exertion, started to a sitting position. The old man, thinking she had awoke, glided behind the bed-curtains to conceal himself from her view; but without opening her eyes, she remained for some moments immovable in the position she had assumed.
Gradually the changes in her countenance betokened those of her thoughts; the terror impressed upon her features gave place to an expression of contemplation, which in turn changed to one of anxious and profound attention.
At length, as if the excitement of her nerves had reached the degree of intensity at which the phenomena of somnambulism commence, bending her head, as if to catch some distant sound, she suddenly arose, threw over her shoulders a night-robe, and gliding on tip-toe, cautiously approached the window. Should he fall! I hear him in the garden. How loudly he walks! It is the gravel they have put upon the paths. This fear is worse than death! With a precision in her movements manifesting that internal clairvoyance, of which science has not yet offered us a satisfactory explanation, the somnambulist, whose eye-lids were still closed, extinguished the night-lamp and drew the bolt of the door.
She then drew aside the curtains, and opened the window, without the slightest sound reaching the ears of her husband, who a few paces behind her followed this pantomime with looks of sullen fury. She next took from her work-box a long riband, which she unrolled from the window, until it might be supposed to touch the ground; a moment afterward she drew it in, and made a movement as if she were attaching the hook of a rope-ladder to the balcony.
Then, breathless and palpitating, she withdrew into the interior of the chamber. Suddenly she opened her arms, and threw them around an imaginary being, murmuring in impassioned tones, 'My life!
The feeble hands of her husband found strength for the moment to hold her back. I must not be terrified! The anxiety of the loving woman had now given place to the instinct peculiar to persons subject to somnambulism; who with an incomprehensible perception of their situation, dread above all things being suddenly awakened.
But the paroxysm had been too violent for a peaceful termination. Those mysterious filaments by which the soul extends itself during the slumber of the organs which are its accustomed agents, were suddenly severed; as the chords of a harp are snapped by the contact of too rude a hand.
The young woman awoke, and uttered  stifled shrieks at finding herself, in profound darkness, in the clasp of unknown arms, which held her tightly in their embrace. Releasing her from his grasp, he then lighted the candles, closed the window, and with an air of composure approached his wife, who was now seated on the bed, gazing around in silent amazement.
How came you here? He then took a light, wished his young wife a more peaceful remainder of the night, and descended to his apartment. On entering the room his strength failed him, and he sank into an arm-chair, where he remained for some time exhausted and almost insensible.
At length that moral energy which physical decay does not always destroy, awoke fierce and implacable in the old man's heart, which at first had seemed almost broken by the discovery of his dishonor. I cannot; I have not the courage. But he! He will refuse to fight. He will talk of my years; and every one will side with him. For it is allowable, ay, it is deemed an honorable thing, to pluck from an old man the happiness of his declining days; to hold up his name to ridicule and contempt; to make him the victim of shame and despair; but to cross weapons with him, that would be to outrage his gray hairs!
And have they not reason? My sight is weak; my hand feeble; in a duel, I should fall without avenging myself. He would spare me, perhaps! His death at all events, even if I must assassinate him! The injured husband passed the remainder of the night in revolving in his mind a thousand plans of vengeance.
At day-break he arose, and walked for a long time in the park before any one in the house was stirring. At length a gardener whom he had employed in working on the terrace, met him at a turn of the walk. At sight of the old man the workman took off his cap and approached him with an air of mystery. Last night, through forgetfulness, I left my jacket there, in which was my watch, a real silver one, bran new, which cost me, 'pon honor, eighteen francs.
There were beside in one of the pockets four crowns, and at least three francs in small change. I found the jacket—proof of which, you may see it on my back—but the watch and the money, parbleu! I have known them for twenty years, and would answer for them as I would for myself. There is no one, saving your presence, but that sulky Bonnemain who could have thought of such a thing.
He calls himself a gardener, and cannot make a graft! Nobody but Bonnemain has got such as these in his shoes, which he bought the other day at La Reole, and by my faith! Say nothing of this until you hear farther from me; and when you see Bonnemain, send him to me: I will make him speak, I warrant you. Piquet shook his head, doubtingly. The old man dismissed the gardener with an abrupt movement of the head, and walked slowly toward the house.
He entered his apartment, and there waited with a strange feeling of impatience for the presumed perpetrator of the theft, who was not long in making his appearance at the room door, where he stopped, cap in hand, with an air of respect.
Bonnemain was a man of about forty years of age, of a strongly built frame, rather a mild countenance, and dressed with a sort of care and pretence which seemed foreign to his occupation. Gorsay to him; at the same time closing the window at which he was sitting. After obeying him, the laborer remained standing upright and motionless; his whole appearance and demeanor calm and collected. Innocent or guilty, you have been suspected, for your previous course of life renders you liable to suspicion; beside, there are proofs in the present case, and an investigation will doubtless bring others to light.
You have already suffered a severe punishment, and as an old offender you are doubtless well aware of the sentence that awaits you—the galleys for life. I give you my word of honor, Monsieur Gorsay, that I am innocent. It is true I have been in trouble, and I cannot deny it; because when I came here to look for work, I had to show you my passport. But because one has been caught in a foolish scrape in his youth, that is no reason why he should be a rogue all his life.
As sure as there is a God who hears us, I know nothing at all about this matter. I say happily for you, for the robbery not having been committed, and the premeditation not proven before the jury, you were only sentenced to the galleys. At Toulon your good conduct gained you a commutation of punishment, and instead of finishing your days in confinement, you were set free at the end of ten years. You see I am well informed. Monsieur Gorsay seemed to divine the sanguinary thoughts of the man, for he cast his eyes with an uneasy look toward the window.
In broad day, in his own house, and within reach of such assistance, he felt that he had nothing to fear from the fury with which the convict seemed filled, notwithstanding his efforts to conceal it.
He therefore continued the conversation, but it was rather with the familiarity of a friendly counsellor, than the severity of a vindictive judge. Indeed, it is so now, by your own confession. I shall be obliged to have you arrested. Monsieur Gorsay bent down his head, and remained for some time with downcast eyes; raising them at length, he fixed upon Bonnemain a look which seemed as if it would pierce the inmost recesses of a soul degraded by habitual vice.
Sebastian, or Bilboa, for instance; suppose farther, that not content with saving you, I should remit you a sum of money sufficient to set up an establishment somewhere out of France, which would place you beyond the reach of want; ten thousand francs, for instance. What would you think of such a proposal? All the emotion evinced by the galley-slave at this munificent and unlooked-for proposition, was an almost imperceptible movement of the lips.
With the sagacity of that class of persons who gain their livelihood by a criminal and not always bloodless industry, he comprehended in an instant that a bargain and not a deed of benevolence was in the wind.
This conviction at once restored all his wonted audacity; for to bargain with a superior is for the time to become his equal. I should say, 'Bonnemain, it is not for your beautiful eyes that ten thousand francs are offered you. In truth, somebody has need of you for a job that is worth the money. It is only your lazy dogs who refuse to work. But still, one must know what the matter in hand is. I will speak frankly, and tell you all I know.
Beside, I am not now afraid of your denouncing me. That fool of a Piquet leaving his jacket, with his watch and money, in the little green-house, put some notions in this noddle of mine.
And beside, I chanced just then to be a little cramped for the needful. And after all, the best of us are but human. See me then in the park, by the wall, behind the plane trees. On a sudden I hear a noise just above me. At first I thought it was a cat or a marmot; but no such thing; it is a man who lets himself down the wall, and then marches straight toward the house.
All's one to me; so I slip off my shoes and follow. Behold him now just under your window. I lay me flat down on the turf, so that in turning he might not see me. What then do I see? A window opens above, something white appears, and up my gentleman climbs in a twinkling. But the deed once done, who will assure me that I get my pay? You may guess I shall not have much time to wait; and, as they say, one does not find ten thousand francs on horseback; you have not perhaps a quarter of that sum in your house; for although one may be rich, yet that is no reason for keeping so much ready money about him.
Instead of replying to this objection, the old man approached a secretary which stood near the chimney, opened it, displaced one of the drawers, and drew out from a secret cavity a wooden bowl, containing some twenty little rouleaus; he took three or four of  these in succession, and tearing off their coverings, let fall on the writing-table a shower of gold. All the emotion evinced by the convict at this sight, was a sudden sparkle of the eye, and a gloating smile, which was instantly repressed by his thin and colorless lips.
You see it is gold; you will not have much trouble to carry it. Thus far the compact between the old man and him of the galleys had been carried on without a difference. The two accomplices then began to discuss the means of accomplishing the deed of which Arthur d'Aubian was to be the victim. Listening only to the impatience of his hatred, the outraged husband was eager for a vengeance as prompt as terrible; to wait until evening seemed intolerable. The subordinate assassin, upon whom was to fall the danger and responsibility of the deed, soon convinced him that a murder in broad day-light was out of the question.
There is not a dwelling within half a mile, and the Garonne is hard by. The moon does not rise till two o'clock; and as my gentleman takes his stroll about midnight, we shall be able to do his business for him without risk.
The time of the tax-gatherer's little affair, it was that cursed moon that caused me to be detected; and since then I have made a vow never to do work with that minx overhead. There is no way, see you, of putting her out. Gorsay, 'you must restore to Piquet the watch and money you took from him. He has suspicions of you, and if he enters a complaint will have you arrested.
Here goes, then, for restitution; it shall be done forthwith, and Piquet shall see wonders. As for his cursed old warming-pan, I do not value it a sous; it is not worth the trouble I have taken for it.
The plan being at length arranged, the two men parted. Before leaving the chamber, however, Bonnemain examined every corner  with that close observation with which adepts in villany are usually endowed.
He noticed the secret place where the old man replaced the bowl of gold, and the manner in which he fastened the secretary; he also carefully observed the structure of the window, and noted that there were no shutters on the inside.
On the outside a simple Venetian blind protected it from forcible entrance, which the small elevation of the ground floor rendered easily practicable. Satisfied with his examination, the convict respectfully saluted the man to whom he had just sold himself, and then rejoined his companions in the garden, with his usual tranquil and composed air.
In the course of the morning, as Monsieur Gorsay was slowly pacing one of the alleys of the park, he was again accosted by his gardener. If there were such things as sorcerers, the thing would be plain enough; but one does not believe in such nonsense now-a-days. About the middle of the following night a strange rencounter took place upon the coping of the wall which surrounded the park of M. Gorsay, on the side of the alley of plane trees. Two men who at the same moment were scaling this enclosure, the one from the outside and the other from within, suddenly found themselves face to face on reaching its summit.
Mutually startled at so unexpected a meeting, both were on the point of letting go their hold. Instinctively, however, they preserved themselves from falling by clinging to the cope-stone of the wall, and bestriding it with a vigorous effort, found themselves seated on a more secure resting-place.
For a few moments they remained motionless, face to face in this position, bestriding the wall, to which they clung tightly with their legs, so as to leave their hands at liberty for the contest which such a rencounter seemed to render probable. They were so close to each other that in spite of the darkness they could distinguish the persons, and in a short time recognized each other.
Presently the one who came from without saw the arm of his adversary suddenly raised, and at the extremity of the outline which it for the instant formed with the dark back-ground of the heaven, he distinguished the blade of a knife or dagger.
Retreat was out of the question, and the attack was a deadly one. Unarmed himself, he sprang upon his assailant, seized the extended arm with one hand, and with the other rudely grasped him by the throat. Compelled under fear of strangulation to obey this mandate, the convict dropped his weapon, which fell into the park. Rendered mute by this reply, the lover of Lucia reflected that even had a robbery been committed, it would be impossible for him to arrest the criminal without compromising the woman he loved.
Freed from the double grasp which confined his arm and almost stopped his breathing, Bonnemain, without a word farther, stooped down and groped along the outside of the wall. He soon found the rope-ladder, of which Arthur had made use, and which a hook, thrown by a strong and practised hand, had fastened to the edge of the coping. The convict grasped it tightly, and swinging himself over, began to descend with the agility of a squirrel.
Without waiting for reply, Bonnemain let himself slip to the ground, and fled across the fields, where, favored by the darkness of the night, he quickly disappeared.
Arthur, without moving, remained for some time in the position in which the convict had left him. The idea of the secret of his love being at the mercy of such a miscreant, filled him with a sensation of mingled chagrin and anger.
Still, in spite of all his efforts to drive from his mind the impression produced by this disagreeable incident, he felt a vague apprehension of impending evil, which in all his previous nocturnal rambles he had never experienced. Instead of descending rapidly into the park, as had been his former custom, he now hesitated, and was on the point of retreating; but the thought of Lucia awaiting his arrival, decided the point, and love triumphed over prudence. He drew the rope ladder to the inside of the wall, and then perceived that on this occasion its services would not be required; for Bonnemain, to facilitate his escape, had placed against the wall one of the large ladders used in the garden.
D'Aubian soon reached the ground, and notwithstanding the darkness, bent his way through the trees, as one to whom the obscure labyrinth was familiar. As he approached the pavilion, his footsteps were arrested by an unwonted noise, which  broke the silence, till then undisturbed, save by the monotonous sound of the rustling foliage.
Hearing nothing farther, he pursued his way; but presently a more distinct sound, like the voice of a man calling to others, again caused him to stop.Online shopping from a great selection at CDs & Vinyl Store. Live at the Roundhouse Nick Mason's Saucerful of Secrets $ $ 99 $ $ (36) Imploding The Mirage The Killers $ $ 98 [2 CD] Alan Jackson $ $ 68 $ $ (3,) Fleetwood Mac.