A gritty montage of street scenes and city sequences set to a thumping rap, reggae and drum ‘n bass soundtrack forms the backdrop to this dark tribute to the creative spirit of the city of Johannesburg. Stills of sad, broken faces abandoned to a hopeless pavement life are juxtaposed with images of consumer temples and the high walls and electrified fences of the super-rich. The city is depicted as a living thing—restless, hungry, devouring those too weak to carve out the smallest sanctuary. Out of this fractured and decaying metropolis, musicians, songwriters, and street poets fret inspired threads and angry weave them into soundwaves, rhythms and rhymes—the flowers of the concrete jungle.