
This is not the sweeping fantasy of Howard Shore's more famous work: it is a claustrophobic, psychological autopsy of the American dream. The music feels like a shadow stretching across a sunny porch.
It begins with a sense of normalcy, warm strings and a hint of folk like melody, but there is always a low frequency hum of anxiety beneath the surface. It is the sound of a past that refuses to stay buried, manifesting in sharp, jagged orchestral movements that feel like a physical blow.
How does A History of Violence sound next to the rest of Howard Shore's catalogue?
This album stays in step with the catalogue across the board — no axis departs enough to be worth its own note. Hover the dots to see where each one sits.
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