THE RALLY MAN'S PATTER RAN ON THROUGH THE DAWN

The Velvet's literary pretensions were right there on the surface. The Gift was a blowsy little short story redeemed by its sonics. The Murder Mystery was a muddle, with the occasional arresting image jumping out of one speaker or another.

But The Black Angel's Death Song was awesome, like the non-diagetic soundtrack music to Bob Dylan's 115th dream...