By Jason Bracelin, Las Vegas Review-Journal
He sings of scaling the highest of mountains from the depths of downtown, his wardrobe as black as the shadowy alley down which he strolls. A flash of Las Vegas police motorcycle headlights illuminates Bono from behind as he ambles forward, his voice and arms rising in unison as a sudden burst of color swallows the darkness like neon jaws clamping shut.
The camera moves in circles and films at an exceptionally slow rate -- six frames per second as opposed to the standard 24 -- creating a swirl of light and sound that visually mimics what's taking place in front of this casino or that, where any boundaries between artist and audience are being similarly blurred.
It's April 12, 1987, and U2 is about to become the biggest band in the world.