Start clipping your download coupons, the triple vinyl is here! Rated O: three bricks of 4AM gold that will have you thanking your parents YOU didn’t have to make all the hard decisions in life. That’s right—the O took care of it all for you, again, auto-tuning your mind and skipping the soundcheck.

But who am I to talk out of turn? SHOWTIME, baby! Maybe I’ve played in your band before? Thrown up on your house? If I did, I sincerely apologize, I promise I’ll take a stab at a cut on the album that is your life. Anyway, that was a long time ago and I don’t do that anymore (throw up everywhere). I’m in the O now, ma! Everything else you may remember from Ex Models or Knyfe Hyts days wasn’t me. It was my brother: SHAHTIME.

This space is going to be reserved for Steep Thoughts, phenomenological riffs set to the kind of blistering fills only played across rack toms mounted at angles most minds wouldn’t dare clamber. Perilous, foreboding faces. Dirty faces. STEEP faces.

Now I’m not saying I have such a thought to share with you now; to be sure, there is great internal debate, even within the singularity at the approximately infinite center of the O, as to what qualities of Steep reveal themselves to be condiciones sine quibus non. Perhaps an investigation will be the first order of business…

STEEP THOUGHTS I
O-PEN CALL FOR PAPERS (to other members of the O)

What is a Steep Band?