Lola runs. The techno blares. She passes a clock and sees that she only has ten more minutes. The movie has sixty more. How is the filmmaker going to do it?
Some songs slither like classic Zappa, others tickle the heavens like Pink Floyd, and some chant and file through dark caves and forests like the Druids.
Short’n’sweet and then move on 1-2-3-4 to the next one in a buzzsaw guitar blur runnin’ thru the veins of Zeke/Electric Frankenstein/Migraines etc etc.
Too familiar in that déjà vu sense to be new, but too world-weary to be from this seminal Boston Hardcore icons’ early ’80s heyday. But this is pretty great!