"Blackest Ever Black presents the first vinyl edition of Dickon Hinchliffes original score for 1980 -- the second part of Channel 4 and Revolution Films Red Riding trilogy, adapted by Tony Grisoni from David Peaces quartet of novels and first screened in 2009. Each film in the Red Riding trilogy, a landmark achievement in British television history, was helmed by a different director and had its own distinctive look, sound and feel. While Julian Jarrolds 1974 and Anand Tuckers 1983 were both marvelous, well-rounded pictures, James Marshs 1980 -- photographed by Igor Martinovic on 35mm -- somehow seemed to penetrate deeper, hit harder, and linger longer and more vividly in the memory. Described by Tony Grisoni as an elegant steely trap," 1980s tragic arc is all the more devastating for the glimpses of lightness and redemption with which it taunts its hero -- policeman Peter Hunter, played with astonishing grace and nuance by Paddy Considine. Warren Clarke, Maxine Peake, Peter Mullan, Tony Pitts, Jim Carter, David Morrissey, Sean Harris, Shaun Dooley and Lesley Sharp also figure in what surely ranks as one of the finest British ensemble casts ever assembled. So yes, the acting, writing and direction are all first-rate, but crucial to the mesmeric, elegiac and ultimately pincering, punishing effect of 1980 is its music, composed by Dickon Hinchliffe and performed by a small string ensemble augmented with bass, piano, guitar and percussion. A founding member of Tindersticks, Hinchliffe has played a major role in the bands scores for the films of Claire Denis (including Vendredi Soir, Trouble Every Day and N_ɬ©nette et Boni), and since flying the roost has established himself as an arthouse and Hollywood composer of considerable renown, with credits including Forty Shades of Blue, Project Nim, Winters Bone and Rampart. Even more eloquently than Paddy Considines note-perfect performance, Hinchliffes music for 1980 articulates Hunters journey from righteousness to ruin, his optimism gradually consumed by dread and paranoia. Even at its most tender, its most hopeful, its most soaringly romantic, the stench of death is all over it." -Blackest Ever Black.
