As far as I can tell, I’ve really only ever encountered a really big Opeth fan once. It was 2002, and I was visiting a friend of mine in her college dorm. It was one of those residences where 3 or 4 people live in one room, and it really sucks, because everyone holds in all that redfaced anger about who left that stinky potato in the communal bathroom. Anyway, this goth girl lived in one of the rooms, and her fuzzy goth boyfriend was visiting the same weekend as me. I can’t really remember what he said, but I can only assume it was something like, “Opeth owwwwwwwwn.” He was also wearing an Opeth t-shirt all weekend, so it’s pretty much science. Anyway, one night he was trying to get me to go to 7-11 with him, and I really didn’t want to go a) because it was really wintery and slushy out, and b) I don’t eat taquitos in the company of “the goths”. Thems just the rules. So instead of declining politely like a reasonable person would, I did what anyone who had just sucked back like half a pound of jello and vodka. I got down on the ground and somersaulted away from him. If you are anything like that fuzzy goth Opeth t-shirt wearing bottleneck, you’ll probably love this album. If not, I am pretty sure you’ll wanna summersault directly into a facefull of toquitos. Oh, and also; it was me. I left that stinky potato. (Peaceville)