The Great Disconnect

There was once Gord, Steve, Jesse, and Geez. They were Cosmic Trip, Quazaar, the Mudmen, the Connection, and, finally, the Great Disconnect. Strung-out epic basement jams through hazy clouds and echoing feedback. They covered Hawkwind; time stood still. Geez became a Magic Bullit and then came Mark and Jamieson. The band found forward momentum. The songs became shorter, tighter, more dynamic, and (What!?) catchy. The fuzz remained. The atomic blastwave of siesmic acivity exploded, and you could sing along. Yes, the boys learned to write some memorable songs, placing their mighty grooves into a listener-friendly format. They used to do it all for themselves, but now they want to share the love. Now all can enjoy the rock as much as they do. Not just the rock, but the attitude which accompanies it. Love your neighbour, but fight the Man! So the question remains: will you be good and conform, or will you be great and disconnect?