This is rock'n'roll – exhilarating, risky – but with a masterful conductor who has the grip of a dictator over the mob of sounds.
To be sure, the mob of sounds makes for some unprecedented clinks, clanks, and rattles that beat description. .
In the commercial supporting GOP gubernatorial candidate Bob McDonnell, an actor whose "mob" accent sounds closer to Hugh Grant in Mickey Blue Eyes (if you haven't seen the film, it's about as good as you imagine) than a local wiseguy, explains to Virginia voters that it would be in their best interest not to vote for McDonnell if they "know what's good" for them.
They couldn't have known what it had been like to be him: the sight of coonskin caps on every playground, the inability to walk down the street without being mobbed, the sound of "The Ballad of Davy Crockett" drifting out of radios in every city.
Cue the Sermon on the Mount, the delirious mob, the ominous sound of an orchestra foreshadowing that bad day at Golgotha.
James has the right to entertain his right-back-atcha contempt for the mob, overstimulated by brutal sound and light shows, with goodness knows what in their systems, and paying fortunes just to be in the arena.
His new screenplay sounds like a mob thriller.
The link lead to a site called HopeMob.org, which is exactly what it sounds like a flash mob of hope.
Underproduced tracks made of five or six sounds, like Musical Mob's Pulse X, were being produced on PlayStations and selling 10,000 units.
Chief Justice John Roberts was unconvinced: "You make him sound like a mob boss or something".
