Something to do with the Chevron Oil explosions and something to do with someone speaking his last while sinking into oil-slicked ice. A narrator in the form of the opening and closing female voice with a man in the middle talking about his friends, his lover and the promises he’s going to keep. Like a play. Like a Greek tragedy.
The narrator is Amber Coffman who has a voice that’s disorientating and mysterious but warm and soothing. Whose angelic and ghostly “oohs” give depth to David Longstreth’s anguished, and slightly whiny, vocal.
And a lovely ringing acoustic guitar refrain that disappears for a bit before returning to run through a song that stutters and flows, occasionally sounding like a folkie’s take on African pop. Handclaps too.