by Donald Elfman
The title is nearly perfect; this music is truly unsettled on--really--any place or sense of it. You can't nail it down other than as a series of sound portraits about the relationship between composer and listener. It does invoke a sense of somewhere that feels familiar and very new at the same time.
Aguilar hails from Brownsville, Texas, and one might find something of the kind of Texas/Mexican colors of the composer's background, but you won't be there ...read more