Effingham Fish Ever since that time I was clicking through and watched the last half-hour or so of a concert of theirs on TV, and at the end, after One Angry Dwarf, I think, they each just started playing their own instruments to their own beat, creating a kinetic tsunami of sound that'd knock Frank Zappa on his ass, and Ben stopped playing the piano, picked up his stool, and began throwing it at the keyboard repeatedly, that they've more or less reigned supreme at the undisputed top of my Bands_I_Want_To_See_Live_Just_Once_Before_I_Die list, where they remain to this day. I know they've broken up, but I've got this hunch it won't last, or at least I hope. 011202
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