Sticking things into a spinning fan blade resulted in this stress-inducing track featuring ticking, tocking, clicking, tapping or whatever you call clock-like sounds, as well as a whopping workman's compensation case (two words, Will: Django Reinhardt). Insistent, driving and mildly irritating (when listened to on repeat for hours on end) movement that's accented by whooshing/sliding sound design, drum slams, hammered dulcimer (it seemed sober, but was a little handsy) and tonally-rising pads that still can't prepare you for the climactic and shocking end @:28. But wait! The cut starts all over again, rising to a longer, even more irritating ticking/plinking bed laden with rising pads and explosive, surprising hits that rise in tenor and frequency until the actual end. Good for suggesting that time is running out, building a ridiculous amount of tension/suspense and woodpeckers. Trust me.