![]() ![]() Rhythmically, the two are locked, though they still both feel like they’re being played while falling down a long flight of stairs. Then a raucous, enraged saxophone, maddened beyond belief and REFUSING to shut up, suddenly appears running alongside the drums. At first it’s just the drums spattering rapidly forward, traditional snares and kicks alongside muted dull cymbals and rattling pans and trash can lids. ![]() Like a soundtrack, you can feel the music abruptly shifting from one scene to another, unheralded, uncued, shifting direction like a school of fish or a mob of protestors. ![]() Natural disasters a wall of water washing cars from the street half-finished skyscrapers collapse cracks opening in the earth’s surface. While the camera strains, image wobbling, making the most of a lack of light, there are riots in the streets armored vehicles blasting water cannons a teenager in a bandana kicks a tear gas canister back toward the line of cops. This is a soundtrack close your eyes - you can see the film.
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