I went to this song's page for the express purpose of calling it "proto-shoegaze" - looks like I'm not alone. The title track Here Come The Warm Jets also gives that shoegazey feeling. Well, I guess if there's any man who can spawn entire genres with one or two songs, it'd be Brian Eno.
And we're off, zooming along on a thousand (or two or three) proto-shoegaze guitars layered on top of a pop song. It ends up a soothing roar, treated and layered just enough to dull most of the nervous energy. The abrupt starts and stops emphasize the all-encompassing nature of the sound: the bottom drops out for a moment, and we're left to hang in the void until the noise gets us going again. When it goes, we miss it. Oh, how we miss it! And when it returns, the noise is more overwhelming than before. The guitars are almost lost in the mix now, largely replaced by a synth track that makes the (already impossibly smooth) noise less abrasive. Then it slowly fades out with a gradual decrease in volume: that awesome, unstoppable wave of noise can't break and dissipate; it simply passes us by and fades into the distance (until in returns, in a slightly altered form, in "Here Come the Warm Jets").