Stay curled up on the floor

Eventually the undulating of the screaming builds into a solid, beautiful slab of sound, which you slide down the side of, your face beatific.

The rhythm of the slab rises to a crescendo, and from within its tightly woven basket of noise comes spinning a new, clear, musical tangle.

It seems to be a 1980s electropop single.

The End

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