It starts with a simple, relentless drumbeat, punctuated with a catchy, almost tribal woodblock sound. Then the pulsing synth starts and you just feel the whole rollercoaster lurch away from your feet and you drop into a throat-hitching freefall, esophagus rippling while your heart screams with ecstasy.

It samples a bunch of the awesomest movies ever like Blade Runner, A Clockwork Orange, Scarface.

Maybe it sounds like steam rising off a jungle or a low, purple-red sun rising in a time-lapse movie of a highway jammed with traffic, fog burning away. It sounds like aerobics, but the cool kind. Like the aerobics in a montage from a very inspirational Hollywood movie about training to whip somebody’s ass in a dystopian future. There’s one thing that’s very clear about the hidden message in this song, though: there’s a great big busy productive world happening out there, and just for this one day, you want no part of it.

Responsibility looms, it calls like a frustrated mother the size of Galactus who needs to get lima beans into your gut as fast as it can. But you, you are a frog and the whole world is a great big pond — and if you don’t get out of your rut and start slurping that pond through your skin as fast as you can, your midlife crisis is your own fucking fault.

So yeah, check this song out: Love Missile F1-11, by Sigue Sigue Sputnik

There’s a lot here, most of it underneath the lyrics, buried back in a crack you thought you’d pretty much papered over. And when that guy back in your teenaged brain turns and looks your mind in the eye and says “Life moves pretty fast,” do us all a favor and listen to him.

Take the day off.