around 84 minutes of hypnotically repetitive droney, plodding tunes from a french ensemble containing a hurdy gurdy, a harmonium, percussion section, and a couple bagpipes. music to either walk out into the winter to either glory or death, or perhaps just music to drunkenly stagger along the Seine to.
i watched portrait of a lady on fire last night and afterward i said "that was a pretty awkward bachelorette party"