Christ of Coldharbour Lane

''Brixton... A great spillover of excessive dreams. Anonymous masses… All of you are dancers of the dying beat. I come with the strong arm to ignite the rhythm, to drive again your passion for life.''
A revolutionary preacher begs the crowds to ''abandon the wilful peace'' that keeps them down. He tries to make them believe that things could be different. But when people pray only for a brand new c...