The ’80s was when the convergance of MV and film reached some of its heighest highs, you had miklós jancsó, after decades spent building up on an unique ever-revolving aesthetic around some of the bleakest films of its era put out career best work in a rock concert opera (Omega, Omega, Omega), gakuryū ishii practically birthing industrial cyberpunk in a concert documentary (1/2 Mensch), and then this one here putting it's own spin on the age old 'city as a…