Ernesto González traded the Chavez regime for comfortable living
in a dreary place called Waterloo, near Brussels. He picked
up the guitar, practiced his Hendrix skills, got introduced
to the world of scorching fuzz, demented kraut rock jams, drone
lords and kosmik trance and decided he could as well do all
that shit by himself.
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