Like everything of Bridie's, it's so delicate yet so strong. I was standing there, in the desert near Maree, looking around, thinking of the Islams and their camels and thinking about who else was there, and what was going on late last century in the desert - the strange Europeans on the run and the Aborigines who had already suffered. This is in the heart of redneck white Australia. It's a strange meeting place. Australia is a strange meeting place.
Strange things happen.
That's really what I wanted to say. The song is a quiet rush of filmic images and subliminal ideas. Electronic interference and field recordings of the wind ride through, hushed and subtle. The twisted choirs midway sound like samples from Pink Floyd's most psychedelic archives. And the guitar is only a deconstructed concession to the overfamilar.