What is so powerful about the recordings, besides the arrangements, is that they bristle with authenticity and capture the genuineness and zest of the subjects.
Three figures, all made of coat-hangers in a way that makes them bristle with spikes, dangle from criss-crossed beams of metal that seem on the verge of collapse.
Little eyes, a snubbish nose, wide, generous mouth, and heavy chin; clean-shaven now, but already beginning to bristle with the well-known beard of his past and future.
