Barry Adamson: Oedipus Schmoedipus (Mute CD STUMM 134 CD)

WITHOUT JOHN Barry, 007 would be an unfeasibly smug playboy prick without an iota of cool; without Bernard Herrmann, Travis Bickle would have been less God's Lonely Man and more a pathetic, asocial jerk. The soundtrick (sic) is where everyday personae are bled into the eternal archetypes of the night. Equally, soundtrack music often speaks of a yawning lack which the movie itself is frightened to admit: everything the world-weary but snappy protagonist will never put into words, will never allow into his thoughts or his life.