Alarmed squawks from saxophones and trumpets drive the fussy free jazz of "Splitter," short-circuiting electronic sparks and guest Colin Greenwood's bass blotches perforate the ominous "24 Hour Charleston," and "Bode Radio/Glass Light/Broken Hearts" jumps seamlessly from Enoesque synth ambiance to strings resembling a tragic silent-film score. With no lyrics distracting from the music, Bodysong resembles a purer form of Kid A in the way its sparse structures provoke intense visceral reactions. Like every successful score, Bodysong intrigues even outside of the theater.