one day, a group of percussionists decide to go for erratic, guerrilla-like performances that disrupt their everyday locations, using any objects they can lay their hands on as potential instruments. the same day, a tone-deaf cop who hates music decides to hunt them down. and what follows is an urban and earwormy symphony, always a work in progress, always poking fun at cop’s practices and the stuffiness of the traditional musical norms. personally, I could have managed without the annoyingly airy romantic subplot. but that’s another story…
