snapline

SNAPLINE's First Hong Kong Show——Beijing Explosion 2



A taut bass, a jagged guitar, a cold and urgent voice; the insistent nervous

rhythm of a drum loop: the nocturnal heartbeat of a particular kind of

person. Maybe you know him; maybe you are her. He is the guy you see

sometimes at the bar, one leg shaking to the music but with something

holding him back, until at the end of the night he lets go with such abandon

that it upsets the tasteful hipster decorum of the place; she is the

passive, frustrated wallflower throwing off sparks, the one who no-one would

suspect gets her kicks by writing love letters to basement killers doing

life without parole. They would be perfect together, only they will never

meet. The closest they will come is within the music, alone but defiant,

called out against their will to dance again on life's Snapline.

--Rob



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