A feeling of foreboding doom, stressful misery and stepping in (what you hope) is dog poop: now in a variety of musical forms! This meticulous, precise-sounding cut starts with a percolating bed of re-tuned autoharps, plucked pianos, and dulcimers then gets larger @:14 with low synth bass and string/synth pads. @:47 a series of hits and meandering, haunting piano melody and Industrial sound design suggest mystery and whodunit (not to be confused with "Whodini" who were never formally found guilty of murder). @1:37 an almost-hopeful, spare section featuring distant machine-like drums and piano slowly builds up to a full mix that combines both sections, adding shakers, autoharps-a-plenty and a busy, movement-filled sense of complex interpersonal conflict. Good for old musty houses with secrets, crime scenes, stately dignified ways of saying "shit is fucked up," and nightmares for the unimaginative.