Though many of the textures from the first three tracks are present, the mix feels all wrong, with the synth punched up to ominous levels, and the temperature seems to plummet. Here, the cover art of Pop seems to come into play. The photographs in the liner notes consist of extreme close-ups of tree branches. At this vantage point, the twigs take on another quality, and we get a small glimpse of the worlds that exists between knots on a twig. This change in perspective reminds me of the opening montage in David Lynch's Blue Velvet , where the camera moves from the placid long shots of Lumberton to the guy having a heart attack while watering his lawn down to the horror happening at the microscopic level of the soil.
Greater detail makes the world increasing unpleasant.
Similarly, as you move deeper inside the world of Pop , it changes. It's an unsettling end to a fascinating sound ride, and when it fades out, you'll enjoy the silence with sharpened ears.