Word: crisps
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...room for interpretation when it comes to questions about the album’s themes: love, truth, music, and other universals. The topics are sweepingly large, but The Very Best has the musical muscle to match. On the track, Mwamwaya spreads his bracing, multi-tracked vocals across the crisp, rollicking synths of Radioclit that would be equally at home in an ’80s pop hit. The song moves between the peaks of Mwamwaya’s choral cries and the hushed intimacy of the calming and repetitive beat, creating moving dynamics that keep it from becoming repetitive...
...soft, insistently rhythmic, Arabian guitar. Here, Radioclit process Mwamwaya’s rich vocals with a vocoder, electrifying and stiffening his voice to levels well below the T-Pain and Imogen Heap side of the spectrum so he maintains some of his trademark warmth while providing the crisp, electric harmonies. Throughout the track, a lone, hopeful violin pours lethargically beautiful lines over the dense and ambling drums that are intermingled with the percolating, rhythmic noises blissfully simmering below the surface...
FlyBy's huffiness at being passed over for the second best school in Cambridge, Mass. aside, Obama gave a fantastically crisp 15-minute speech on the importance of clean energy. He also called out the fools who don't believe in clean energy and the "folks" who have been lobbying against the energy and climate bill. And then he left. Off to something important like Deval Patrick's fundraiser. Too bad his motorcade wasn't actually displaced to the top of Building 10 so we could have him around longer...
...Wanna trade?” the kid said, and presented to me a half sandwich that I was immediately drawn to. An unsteady handful of crisp wax paper edges, this kid was holding a beast. Turkey, capicola (say ‘gabagool’), roast beef, tomato, lettuce, and what smelled like horseradish dressing all warmed on a perfect looking half hero. I took a look at my sandwich, the old stand-by, and I briefly weighed my options. Then the responsible, mature thought occurred to me; I couldn’t trade food with this little kid. He might...
...degree to which it heightens the audience members’ senses, making them aware of every element surrounding them. Sight and sound nearly always play a role in theater, but here smell becomes crucial—the rotting dinner in the Macduffs’ dining room, the crisp trees of Birnam Wood, the wood-chip floor in the basement speakeasy. Touch also plays its part—you can rummage through desks or pick up a letter Macbeth wrote to his wife. These new sensations create a world, one that is in turn mystifying and unsettling...