Listening to ‘Songs For The Deaf’ leads inexorably to a grand dislike to all things tolerable. I mean JUST tolerable. The things that can go without mentioning one way or the other: they have neither anything going for them nor anything so terrible as to make somebody cringe.

Some don’t “get” QotSA.

Fair enough.

Promptly club them over the head with your immensely disproportionate sense of perception in the vain hope that you might, just might, drill something through the calcified remains of their *dullard *skulls. It’s their own fault.

Seeing them. Hearing them. Believing them. Knowing them. You know you’re right.

It is the _purest _form of rock out there. It is *rock *as if nobody else has touched it. It is wholesome. Virtuous maybe. You feel it get so dirty, it feels like the most uncorrupted filth you will ever encounter. You will bring it into your home. Into your room. Sleep with it. Love it in the morning.

But why does _‘No One Knows’ _sound so wrong? It’s all about context. It’s not a natural single. *The Queens *don’t believe in natural singles. You need the overtures and the ever-afters just to understand. Without them it seems like an abstract. It is non-representational of them; their sound; their validation.

Invalid.

Incomplete.

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