Apparently in Australia, where Canyons are from, "Blue Snakes" translates to deep grinding house that sounds like it has been listening to Art Ensemble of Chicago and/or Popo. This song is like, we are in the middle of the Australian desert having a Jodorowsky style spiritual breakthrough, hallucinating sabre-toothed big cats from the, ahem, peyote. THEN! The wind washes over us like the exhaling of god, and we are immediately wizened: know our purpose, our future, the grand plan to follow. We must dance! Barefoot! To house music! And get a pet tiger! Yeah Canyons!
