A Casual Divorce

It is the year 2050, and genre is dead. What remains is a wretched chimera of jazz fusion, theatrical rock, art pop, and unadulterated absurdity they call A Casual Divorce. Almost thirty years ago, this quartet from the now-unlivable Arizona desert brought their gloriously unnerving vocal harmonies and face-melting lack of guitars to an unprepared world. They’re as pretentious as that one guy from your local coffee shop and as musically inconsiderate as the jam band your burnout cousin forces you to listen to every time he bums a ride. So enjoy your precious music while you can.

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