«bare bodies, naked limbs, all in a jumble»: Marlon McNeill foreshadows the worst, when in his voice in the outro of Falten vibrates over a flowing and stumbling ostinato that seemingly is never wanting to end, while Tony Allen through Michael Anklin’s drumming seems to be greeting from the afterlife. How did we get here? Didn’t the tangible guitars and synths by Lukas Huber and Martin Schenker at the beginning of the song just now suggest that we had everything under control?