From the smoke and mirrors of Johnnie Regalado:
An offering from below. A self-aware relic. Sacrificial lamb for the gods of rock. This would surely please the kings. There’s enough blissful harmony here to make a chorus of angels bashful. There are enough duels to the death between dual guitar lines to spill a carpet of blood. Monomyth have composed their opera in a house of mirrors. Twang and tones flex from concave to convex, fine-tuned over a friendly game of cards between fiends. Behold the power….