The Dark Knight Soundtrack Riff

A squeaky escalation starts things off, an orchestra warming up; like in that famous Beatles song. An edgy, nails on the blackboard shift into helicopter blades. Slow building punching elevator doors repeatedly closing into a hollow cello tunnel where an aircraft starts up and stops. The sawing heartbeat of a panther morphs into a subway train sledge-hammering, smashing the ground, until it screeches to a morse code halt. The helicopter is muffled. There’s a slow Eastern awakening, cut into by another loud saw, shimmering and quivering. A spiritual tribal drumming and the shutting of metal prison cell doors, echoing, loses ground to Miami Vice, then a slow dark, ominous return to the original Batman Begins theme; a relentless chugging train speeding double-time in the background, waves until a big thunder and lightening crash…all a slow build throughout, cut off whenever it rises to high too fast. A Jaws bite to it. Lazer guns coming at you, bombs dropped and a magisterial brass buildup. Tribal drumming into organized marching. Roman warfare. Pummeling, buzzing, siren speeding Philip Glass repetitive layers atop one other. Chaos. An orchestra out of control. Burning, sizzling. The clang of Pittsburgh steel. Air filling voids. Rushing. Followed by soft, tender strings. A dawning, misted, tinted with the dark, somber and sinister. Cold damp dungeons, eerie, alarming. Again a sledge on a stake. The deep rumble of a Spitfire.This is proud, sonorous, inspirational music. Any yet with the pianos and strings: solitary, contemplative, reflective in big, empty, glass-walled rooms. A rich, arousing, inspiring call to battle, taut with the struggle between yearnings for normal life and love, and the fire to avenge. To overcome fear to understand and become it. To understand evil, and become it.The music barrels at you like a locomotive through a tunnel. A great wide range of loud and harsh, soft and tender. A bomb is ticking. A heart is beating. Time is harried, running out. Breathless. Assembling for battle. Then, hitting the clouds. A phoenix soars forward. A valiant, ordered crusade. Falling into a place of repose. In a hot swamp of danger. A quiet cave gradually rumbling into a frightful, roaring crescendo. An electric hum. A heat seeking missile. A military machine marching, menacingly onward, then a smart return to the powerful original theme. Thumping, thunderous, cannon shots. A deep relentless beat. The occasional piano. An innocent child shattered. Accompanied by a slightly warped table saw.