SF pooch with flair, tilting an ear to the suave syncopation of Rampue, fave ♫ ♪ du jour

My favorite music discovery of the month, with novel notes not found elsewhere. (jump ahead of the slow build for a sense of it)

Comes with the bonus poem:
“The souls are dancing, overcome with ecstasy.
All the atoms in the air and in the desert, they seem insane.
Every single atom, happy or miserable,
Becomes enamoured of the sun, of which nothing can be said.”