In November 1971, Led Zeppelin put out a record with no title on the cover and no band name on the sleeve, as if the music were tired of being introduced.
The drums lock into a figure that does not develop so much as insist, dry and close, and a voice enters speaking several languages at once, none of them asked to explain.
A synthesiser hangs in the room like frost on a window, no drum kit to reassure you, and David Sylvian's voice enters as if he were afraid of waking the house.
A drum machine and a keyboard riff arrive already running, bright as a cartoon chase, and Morten Harket's voice climbs until the note is higher than the room expected.