It starts in a machine and leads to a pipe organ which drifts along to a dark cave within which a simple jazz guitar is playing an arpeggio along to a choir of unseen angels. After coming to a faltering but rhythmic close between struck strings and a musical box, an echoed fifty foot wire resonates with the sounds of monks singing praises. All of a sudden, the chase is on. It starts fast. It stops. It starts again. It stops. Then it all winds up within a piano gently playing a modal melody accompanied by the voices of ghosts and a scratchy recording of a Glenn Miller band of skeletons playing a tune that could have been written for a missing Henry Cow album.
Told you this was going to be a weird trip.