Das Butcher is an angel. A musical angel. An attacked angel. A tormented angel with his wings hacked off. A falling angel hopelessly flapping. A fallen angel that has flapped. A battered, bruised & bloody angel. An angel dressed in white, covered in blood, with the blues. A red, white & blue angel. A suicidal, screaming angel playing melancholic psychedelia. An angel playing distorted gospel. An angel playing beautiful, down-tempo dirge. An angel sitting on a rock playing the harp, drowning. A drowning angel. A dying angel. An angel. Or, maybe only a man claiming to be an angel. A man. A psychopath, a liar, a killer. A man with cloven hooves and a mind with horns. A sad man. A lonely man. A rejected man. A man who drinks tea instead of whiskey. A surrender in the battle of life, a blood soaked white flag. Either way, man, angel, or cloth, it's the music that will live on! Music best described as....... "THE BLOODY BLUES".
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