It sounds like a rainy night on a lost highway.
The palm trees make a slapping, rainy sound, but the air is dry.
The skeleton of the set is still the dubby synths and electronic clicks that sound akin to the rainy bus stop setting of the video for track "Meltdown".
The very first sounds are that of a rainy night, instantly evoking Jack the Ripper, werewolves of London, or worse, followed by Tony Iommi's three-note power chord eruption of the "Devil's tritone" -- a sonic outburst said to have been outlawed for its power of demonic conjuring -- and wails about a figure in black followed by cries unto heaven for deliverance from this otherworldly evil.
Mother Gloriae is more daunted, battling wearily with housing officials, struggling home bag-laden from markets with the ever-present Peckham rainy twilight and sound of sirens to take another strict phone call from Richard, still back in Kenya, unable to escape his government job.
If nature is not available, try nature recordings, such as Rainy Mood or Nature Sounds for Me.
Talking round with friends, it sounded like Sunday would be mighty rainy and windy and that it would be prudent to come home sooner.
Certainly it is about race — ask any black man, up to and including President Obama, and he will tell you at least a few stories that sound eerily like what happened that rainy winter night in Sanford, Fla.
On a recent rainy Sunday afternoon, as the sounds of Brahms's Second Symphony emanated from the hulking Koussevitzky Music Shed, Mr. Williams, 79, talked about his long love affair with Tanglewood, the music school and summer home of the Boston Symphony.
By the 80s, the city seemed to be coming to life: In front of some awnings, the sidewalk was bone dry, and the streets were merely wet, filled with the familiar rainy-day sound of hissing tires, despite clear skies.
