Date: 2009-11-08 04:49 pm (UTC)
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I'm with the others--the desert, brown and gold, a deep burnt orange and a hazy blur across the frame from the heat. Lots of fire, the sun, anger, desolation, screaming. Squinting eyes from the intense heat--blowouts of white, tons of glow intensifying as the vocals climax, lots of circling, lots of extreme viewpoint jumps--from birdseye, to massive closeup, to a back-view, switching abruptly on the pop of the melodic strings.

When at 3:16 the breakbeat tries to start up and then gets clogged up in the melody it's like a runner trying to break away and being dragged back down, their feet tangling, drowning in many clawing hands.
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