Word: soundtracked
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...machine messages. "You will be punished. You need to fear for your life," says one caller. Newdow nods, puts down the ice cream and picks up his guitar. "Mike, this is God. I?m really upset with you," says the tape. Newdow strums Paul McCartney's "Blackbird," a strange soundtrack to the steady stream of abuse. "I bet you?ve said it, Mike. I bet you've said "my God,?" suggests an exasperated male voice. "Actually," Newdow tells the tape quietly, "what I say is ?your...
Metheny himself was so comically earnest and his yuppie audience so vigorously responsive that at times the concert resembled a self-help meeting with the Group providing the soundtrack, whose latest title, Speaking of Now, sounds like a self-help book. The show was about as challenging and exciting as well...
Although most songs on the soundtrack, by virtue of the talent of the contributors alone, conform to a base level of excellence, some tracks still manage to stand out. Redman and Gorrilaz put forth “Gorillaz On My Mind,” a playful track melding ape noises, Damon Albarn’s self-mocking “La-la-la-la”s off Blur’s “Charmless Man” and Redman’s charming lyrics like “Full of whiskey/ Looking for Lewinsky...
Spiderman has a big unitard to fill. Soundtracks for movies featuring Marvel characters have been clever, innovative and satisfying to date. Blade II succeeds in continuing the tradition of matching mutant-related subject matter with a recombinant-genre soundtrack. The album delivers an impressive list of strange bedfellows: Hip-hop heavyweights including Eve, Cypress Hill and the Roots overlay samples from Fatboy Slim, Moby, Groove Armada and others. The result is bound to entice and entertain both curious and skeptical listeners...
There was a brilliant, if gimmicky, solution: a synchronized series of looped video animations projected onto a wide screen quickly became the center of attention, and the music its soundtrack. It conveyed something that’s impossible to discern in Takemura’s albums. If Calix’s glitch symphonies were ones and zeros come alive, Takemura’s playful sonic freak-outs were the machines themselves speaking. Blocky polygon men sang along with the disembodied voices; kids frolicked with pixelated woodland creatures during musical lulls. Seemingly senseless static became a conversation between two clay figurines...