In Erwin Leeuwerink's "Human," The Killers' Brandon Flowers prowls the stage, a predator on the hunt. He's a study in raw, unbridled desire, his body a canvas of tattoos and sinew, glistening with sweat under the harsh stage lights. As the band launches into their signature blend of rock and roll and blues, Flowers' voice is a growl, a snarl, a primal call to action. The crowd responds, a chorus of moans and screams, as the music builds to a fever pitch, culminating in an orgasm of sound that leaves everyone panting and satiated.