Http://www.arthurx.com "It's a full-scale assault on all six senses.Yes, you read it right. This sort of thing penetrates your psyche, too. And you don't see N'Suck doing that for you, now, do you?! And is, amazingly, startlingly poetic. The first song, "Rude Moon," does nothing more than assault you and your sub-woofers with full- scale bawling out of the lyrics. So what? Skip to "Mother Queen" for the sonic poetry: "Please give me a glance at your daughter/Just a moment and a single faint word." Wherefore art thou, Arthur? Dost thou knowst how bittersweet thine lyrics be, enough to wheedle a sexual favor out of a throng of disillusioned girls or three? " By: Benadette Giacomazzo, NYC The Indie Chronicles. View article Somewhere in Holland, a red Squire guitar, a delay pedal, a couch pillow and a high hat were stolen. The children whisper of a man resembling Bob Dylan living in "that" house. Somewhere Arthur has returned to his closet - waiting for a beating that already may have arrived. I need some crack, a battery acid sandwich and another listen. The next day I will travel to Holland and see The Scars. I suggest you do the same. Brian Barry, USA e-zine, InMusicWeTrust.com View article