ah yes, hemispheres. a half-forgettable album with exactly four songs on it that somehow inspires no end of "no true scotsman" arguing between men with black t-shirts and unkempt ponytails. some consider this to be the last gasp of rush's "pure prog era". which raises the question, of course, of whether or not that's actually a bad thing.
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