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When the then burgeoning band dissolved it left Tompkins vocal tracks unaccompanied, but Tompkins was still the hypnotically consumate performer, and to perform words you said them. And so the bouncy atempo monologues without the band to shape it made for a plinko coin prosody, floating words’ disjointed and inharmonic edges to hang about meaningfully awkward. And how did you perform painting? By putting the stuff on the canvas.
