Well, well, well, look at what we have here. The Mechanisms, storytellers of dirt heeled fantasy, cigar chomping steampunk fairy tales broken bad, and merciless killers of myth and tropes have a brand new album out.
My guess: Arthurian legends meet the wild west. And things will end very badly indeed for someone. Perhaps everyone. Perhaps you. You should leave now before the story begins, the only laughter will be something wicked this way coming, the only watering hole will be filled with tears, and the last thing you’re likely to know will be whiskey on your lips and a boot racing towards your face.
As personally, that’s my idea of a good time, i’m heading there tonight, sit down and listen to Lancelot get buggered. Come join me.