![]() ![]() ![]() Not for everyone’s taste, Shangri-La Trailer Park is going to upset some people. As when listening to a masterful improv composition, one knows in the end that not a single false note has been played. But gratuitous shock value is not what I found here – not once all the parts of this literary fusion had been put into place. I hate most what it speaks about the depravity of our tastes, the lows of human desire unplugged the ancient beast in us fed the raw bloody feast of its nature. I hate the gratuitous violence and sadism that has become a mainstay of our present day entertainment. More than the sum of its parts, the story takes some pretty distasteful dysfunction squealing and squalling its way through to another plane – an ethereal co-ordinate where the dream world and the consciousness fuse into a continuum. Have you ever marveled at how Coltrane can take squeaks and squeals, seemingly discordant explosions of sound, and roll them out into an experience of sublime musical beauty? That’s how Shangri-La reverberated in my senses. ![]()
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