call me big papa
Bizarre Inc - Playing With Knives
1 minute 33 seconds in, something like a piano being played bottom to top in a millisecond to cue up someone pulling back the curtains in the squat party and letting in the blinding radiant perfect summer's day sun, the pure high note of ecstatic joy (like dropping a pill on super fast forward), the beautiful joyful melancholy of the piano chords, this is as good as it (life) gets, the mountain-top... And after a short interlude of bliss it's back into the stomping amelodic acid-tinged stuff. (Also a great example of the (near) lyric-less rave vocal, nothing really but emotion here.)
I used to wish this tune was nothing but the soaring ecstacy but I see now that it has to be a brief interlude to really make its maximum impact.