This 7-song EP came out around the same time I was doing a radio show on the Campus of Grossmont College. The promo copy had little toy flies in the jewel-case spine. This is by far AiC's most touching work
"And yet I find, repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead"
Too bad. I return to this disc once in a while, often as fall arrives. There is a haunted quality to these songs, more so than the driving crunch that inspired Godsmack to form needlessly.
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