“Walking on the sand,” – clacking wood and a solitary tambourine accompanied by curiously sensual vocals.
The backing seems to shift in pace, but little truly changes. “Walking on the sand,” minute guitar lines, besides effortless soft breathing. Then, followed by brief, slight bursts of “Oooo” from a mature backing choir, seemingly building up the percussion into what comes across a climax.
This song is pleasantly different from anything else. It’s cool and it’s calm and it’s catchy; effortlessly cool, charismatically calm and gracefully catchy. “She’s burning up the river sand,” Listen back to back for hours on end; it’s too enigmatic to let go.