I am falling increasingly in love with Porcupine Tree each time I listen to them. Small wonder they're British. My top bands are all British, I discovered: Iron Maiden, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Porcupine Tree, etc. It isn't, as you would suspect, the patriotism. There's something inescapably attractive about their music. Maybe it's the accent. Maybe it's something more. The anguish of a culture suppressed by it's own nature. Maybe hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way. I am still English (or British at any rate) at heart.
I also feel a little stoned right now. Too much Porcupine Tree...
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