pour le plaisir: tin machine

The closest Blue Tapes has come to a movie soundtrack. "Tin Machine" is all perpetual energy and fluid tracking shots, beats coalescing into a beautifully poised disco strut while an acid-funk synth bassline carves cocaine shapes in the air. "The Movie" is all hissing sewer grills, human silhouettes blown up by menacing car headlights, nervy walks down alleyways where our protagonist senses darting figures in peripheral vision. "Girly Hole" is the moment when the 1970s filmstock turns into a computer game and the characters go raving in a shared lucid dream -- futuristic and nostalgic and pulverizing to the soul.