The pentatonic scale is God's Gift to pop music. This song exploits this theoretical truth with almost a flagrant ambition. It is potentially illegally catchy.

It's weird, but my enduring memory of this song is hearing it playing on a crackling six-inch PA speaker in the locker room of the little YMCA in Minot, North Dakota, when I was 6. My 4-year-old brother and I were just hanging around bored, waiting for our parents to finish their workout together as they attempted to save their marriage with sweat.

Even then, I became so curious about how the song sounded, I just sank into it, let my brain run away.