Feedback is replaced by violin squawking. White s arms are a blur. Hearts are palpitating in the hell fire and cacophony. Any decorum that existed is shot. My joy is short lived.
Cave lays two chords down and rolls the song out like dough.
Cling clang, fitting the words wherever they will on the off-kilter rhythm. Gone is the downhill drive on down that road. Nice and true, we re all feeling warm and fuzzy. It s a news article. The blood-soaked climax reaches a nice intensity previously missed on the cartoon song.