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It's amazing. All two hours of it...
Jack has a front row seat tonight and, like the rest of us, is in awe of the only American metal group you can actually take seriously any more. No big shorts, no bad tattoos, no bad riffs or rapping, just giant, sexually confused alien forms that morph in and out of biopsy footage on huge 50ft video screens as Maynard James Keenan jerks and stomps his way through ridiculously complicated huge metal paeans to confusion, hell, love, life and alchemy and… whatever. It's amazing. All two hours of it. Even Jack leaves grinning.
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