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David Byrne walks on alone, and Jonathan Demme's Stop Making Sense (1984) builds a Talking Heads concert from an empty stage to a nine-person machine.

The first thing you hear on TK421 is the groove: dry funk guitars, a dancefloor kick, analog synths cutting in like neon. Then Lenny Kravitz's voice rides the groove, talkbox wheez…

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