The final track on the record, “Your Hand in Mine”, would lead Explosions into the world of soundtrack work. It was the most memorable, immediately beautiful thing the band had ever put to tape. Sensitive, epic, optimistic. Explosions felt like a chamber quartet stripped of its lofty classical credentials; through the medium of guitar they captured all the elegance of orchestral music, albeit presented within the human scale of rock. After all, wasn’t that what so much cinema tried to achieve? Coaxing the viewer into an immersive fictional world through a doorway of intimate human narrative?
