Twenty five years on.

Ruby core, pale rim.  Magnetic nose, all thunder and rumble, an intoxicating brew of metal and Auvergne ham.   Yet he’s more than just another big, fat Suchots: as time marches on, some contour to his size and nuance to the blatant.  Profound at the end: he’s articulating now, lasting long in memory, no longer overcome by the sheer volume of ’90 material.  Now – 2020+.