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[2] "PEGASUSES is the coagulation of human potentials; the mathematical summation/equilibrium of achievements and agendas, ideologies and determinations, speculations and realities. PEGASUSES is that entire wave approaching peak velocity."

[3] "PEGASUSES is the first successful airlaunched orbital launcher. It is a three stage solid fuel rocket with optional liquid fouth stage (HAPS) for improved performance. The original version was launched by NASA's Boeing NB-52 aircraft, while the later versions used OSC's Lockheed L-1011 aircraft. The Pegasuses-H (aka Hybrid Pegasuses) is the standard Pegasuses modified for L-1011 launch with the aft fins angled down to allow the L-1011's main gear retracting. The Performance of the Pegasuses was further improved by stretching the first and second stages to create the PEGASUSES-XL. A single stage derivative called HXLV will launch NASA's Hyper-X scramjet demonstrator. A ground launched wingless version with Castor-120 as first stage is called Taurus. The second and third stages form also the upper stages for the Minotaur."

PEOPLE WHO HATE US!!!!!

VANITY FAIR!

Is it possible that there are simply no good band names left? First there was Does It Offend You, Yeah?, a group that is somehow popular enough to play Coachella despite having the single worst name ever, and now I find out that Thrill Jockey just signed a band called Thank You. Reminds me of the old joke about the band that called itself Free Beer, except it isn’t funny. There are more horribly named bands with recent or upcoming releases, most of which you will never hear: Ascension of the Watchers, Stewboss, Cadence Weapon, School of Language, Pegasuses XL!

BURNING ANGEL.COM (PORN SITE)!

It’s when the vocals come in that things fall off the rails. I can only suspect that there is some sort of Dada-esque stream-of-consciousness thing going on cause they are just plain bad most of the time. Sometimes there’s some vocoder or other treatment going on, maybe a screwed and chopped line for good measure, but by and large I’d almost like to hear this stuff without vocals in the first place. It’s 2008; people would deal.

POP MATTERS!

The Antiphon is poorly sequenced and often hook-less. The album begins and ends with its worst songs, and when a lone female voice appears to sing the chorus of tenth track “The Big Haunt”, it becomes a lucid respite from the nine unintelligible tracks that preceded it.