As Let the Fire Burn opens with young survivor Michael Ward, so it also it returns to his deposition repeatedly, creating a rhythm, reconnecting the various pieces of the catastrophe with this child's story.
Ultimately, while thoroughly imperfect, this album will no doubt provide newcomers with an spit-shined accessible course into the organic roots of much contemporary dance music, and it has the potential to provide connoisseurs with a fresh look at a sound that they already know and love.
The music at the Roots Picnic was loud, crisp, engaging and diverse. With the inclement weather holding off, all the elements successfully blended to create a great outing. The wide range of musicians demonstrated why the Roots are more than a crew but rather Philadelphia’s finest musical family.
The show started off with the incandescent image of an animated Bollywood woman pleasing herself on a giant screen. The Lips, in their perpetual state of arrested development, arrived one by one, entering through a door in between her legs.