SCRAPES OF AN ENIGMATIC NATURE

The Devil went down to Georgia because he already looked into the souls of PSEUDO/SENTAI. And let me tell ya, those are some souls he could never steal. For they were already taken in by their music. Music he could never master. I too am taken in by their sound and the sounds that bind them. This is Orcus and I can proudly assume, nay, SAY: PSEUDO/SENTAI will always be bound by their instruments, forever and ever. Praise be rock! Prog and other kinds! Without such essentials, life would flounder. Scrapes of an Enigmatic Nature provides us with a beginning to the possible, nay again, THE return of prog rock. A tickle in the lead singer's throat emotes this time and time again. As well it should. If I HAD to choose just one song from PSEUDO/SENTAI's debut it would have to be "Muttering Mulligans (Femurs of Dreamers)". But I don't have to and, on top of that, I don't have to explain myself any further. Not to you. You who reads instead of listens. I wish deafness upon your ears if you do not do just that. Listen and the rest will fall into place. No one knows better than Orcus. My heart yearns for more. Yours will too. Onward to the progression of PSEUDO/SENTAI! Onward! Onward!