The bass, organ, and a stabby guitar lick combine to create a circular pattern. A pattern that goes to show that rock and roll immortality can indeed be crystalised in no more than ten seconds of music.

Sure the track doesn't exactly develop in terms of ebb and flow, and there's no vocal hook to latch your mitts on to. But that's not the point. This tune instead acts to soundtrack the early sixties as perceived through the contemporary mind's eye. Can't you just picture, in the filmic branch of your mind, a smoking John Lee or a jittering Jerry Lee climbing aboard a tour bus somewhere in middle America? A painkiller-adled Johnny Cash stumbling despairingly through a non-descript wheat field? Dylan blowing smoke across the earth while traveling south with Pete Seeger on their way to play a civil rights rally?

That's what this track is really: the road, and the perpetual motion of a generation anxious to live.