A white pupil burns at dead centre, ringed by a blush (F) and spring green (A) iris, with grey-blue percussion gathered at the rim like lashes: this portrait looks back. Its strangest truth arrives at the loudest, most crowded moment, when the massed voices flood in and the ring edges go clean, wobble at its lowest reading of the entire song. A climax that rests. An F major hymn, its promise kept.