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The Residents - Mark of the Mole

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If you have not heard of the Residents, I wouldn't be surprised. They are probably the world's most enigmatic band of all time. They have produced records for over 30 years, and still, no one knows what they look like, or their names. They appear in costume in all their concerts so no one can know.

I think they are cool.

This album, called Mark of the Mole, was released in 1981. It is the first album of what was supposed to be the Mole Trilogy.

They album tells a story of the Moles, who have to leave their underground homes because of storms and so they travel to another place in search of a home, to fall into the hands of the Chubs, who make them their slaves... etc.

It is neat.

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