Michael Passarini is just a scrappy guy from Lexington, but the intelligence of his film on the recent underground fest indicates there’s more than a surface semblance in his name to the great Piero Pasolini. Like the latter, he gets close up and slow to the juicy details, so you can see, feel and hear the grain of wood, the shine of steel.

The Underground Music Festival was a long, two-day extravaganza, in a claustrophobic space with crowds. Passarini allows you to experience a condensed best of it, with an encapsulation that has the feel of a whole, and also intimates the feel of the New England underground music scene itself, in all its grit and basement glory.