What appears at first to be a footballing chant is by fact akin to a melody in a Spanish style that slowly becoming disarrayed begins to instead follow chops and changes more allied to that of a fragmented matrix, which swiftly morphing to be what appears at first an ephemeral James Bondesque theme promptly then befalls the fate of an alternative jazz rock ditty, so quickly shifts as if to mask this fact in becoming of avant-garde, to finally (as in any nurtured sequence of life) follow a peaceful exit through a more gentle set of patterns.