Growth gone crazy. Pulsing minimalist 7/8 strings, electric guitar power chords, horns and big, pounding drums build linearly to a crescendo @:30. SO MANY THINGS ARE BLOWING UP. Then it's quiet again, the strings are pulsing, and a lone woman sings placidly in the distance against a bed of shifting, undulating synths/strings, suggesting a technological utopia. After a drop @:50, drums/guitars explode back with a vengeance, with brass and strings fighting for relevance/space in the mix. This song punches the concept of subtlety right in its damn mouth.