There’s a kind of swelling of guitars, like violins joyously weeping. Some of them, are possibly reversed. Who can tell? They cyclone around the protagonist’s sorrow, wrapping up the episode’s final moment, when the TV composer twists it all around and drops a heavy Twin Peaks chord on the Stringboard, if only to launch the last of a few too many tasty bends into the fading credited night.
Gone are the days when TV scores were fashioned by a couple dudes sitting at their computers with distorted guitars (Or is that still going on?). Now it’s all ready-made indy pop rock buzz-clips in every commercial.
If only the reptillian broadcasters would bait a Los earworm!
