My hopeful fantasy of a sudden rocked-out revisiting of the British madchester scene is cut short by the sound of gunfire followed by a brief rest. Silently, my fantasy Ian Brown bleeds to death over a limp funky bassline and another pattern.
A fire is by its very nature a tantrum of elements -- instability made manifest. As it approaches equalization through conversion, it approaches calm. This is the same conceptual space occupied by Elbow’s Dead in the Boot.