This track conjures images of a zombie church choir floating on a raft under a Martian Sky on a sea made of citrus punch polluted with globs of bubbling mercury. Bjork smells like banana oil as she leads the way, whilst a few punk thugs behind the choir drunkenly cheer her on. She's singing in Icelandic of her lover's courage, who drowned trying to catch an ambulatory catfish whale, and you really sense her emotion. Gonzales scores mega with me on this, because it easily competes with the Medulla original.