‘Queen of Earth’s’ tragedies are cyclical, with roots tortuously unearthed by Keegan DeWitt’s steely textures. This is a sonic rediscovery of personal truths — ones perhaps best left buried.
It’s been a great year for film music. I say that as someone who had to endure the laughably dated qualities of Alberto Iglesias’ Exodus: Gods and Kings and had to swallow the pill that is Howard Shore‘s latter days Middle-earth music. But it has been a great year. Clint Mansell gave us haunting, complex soundscapes in Noah, the …