The title track is a pretty convincing slice of old-school acid, with prim rimshots and everything else you'd expect. The initial melody is a kind of shrill bleating, which occupies most of the stage until the second half, when it's joined by a tweaking 303. As time goes on, the two writhe against each other, sounding more and more tortured. The percussion follows this lead, building to a clattering peak which seems to be the track's raison d'être. This it does well, the acid line defeating the bleeps and squelching sedately to the end.
I hesitate to use such a strong term, but the B-side is nothing short of annoying. Again Roland samples make up the basics, but this time the melody is a short vocal loop. Half yelled, half not, the indistinct snippet begins with an open-mouthed syllable—perhaps just the word "I"—which imparts a harsh, barking quality throughout most of the song. The middle offers respite, with a wobbly, coltish synth taking over. It's short-lived, however, with the vocal returning and bringing cascades of cymbals with it.