From the juiced-box and the soundtrack: Dinah Washington & Max Richter - This Bitter Earth
[Press 'Play' for something that's nowhere near rock, but will be the most beautiful thing you hear today]
Ramblings: Shudder Island
Final Proof: 4 Shots
You know how you get drunk on Jägermeister in some back alley bar in the bad part of town? The bar is sinister, the people are ominous, the Jäger is dark and a somber buzz descends down on you beautifully, settles into you with macabre intensity that feeds the nightmares running rampant across the vista of your dreamscape. The visions are intense hallucinations as stunning as they are scary, as graceful as grisly, as magnificent as menacing. You're frightened but not afraid because the boatman leading you down your stream of subconsciousness steers with a deft hand and shows you all the stupefying sights before gently guiding you home. Shutter Island is like that.
