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For the next hour, the band plays almost without pause, each song fading into the next in a dreamy hum of chords that fills the room like a mist you can almost see glittering. The sound is hazy, otherworldly, and although the songs are slow, they always swell to a climax of harmonizing voices and echoing strings, with an insistent beat that drives the sound forward until it takes over everything.
The rest of the room isn't silent as they play—it doesn't seem as if the audience is expected to simply sit and watch, but rather let the music fade into the background if they want. But there's still a sense of intoxication with the music, as if nobody can quite resist being drawn along with it.
To you, the effect is: