The idle talk of their youth rang realism as the band went through manic paces of old and new abstract material as the truck parked beside the firetrucks of a suburban fire with cameramen not knowing which way to point the camera.
Frugal, unseeming to the whole media frenzy crooned pathos belligerence and jovial ditties in his bent back, face near the ground, concentration. The band exuberant in their rejoice of union rhythmic outpouring, the raw mix of exuberance and coming to terms with instruments possessed by the charged moment rang plaintiff amongst the cacophony, no wonder blending into a force of music powerful and clear.