You can swipe right and left too!
Do it on the dedicated grey bar.

In the spring of Post-Rock, it was lovely to sit on the edge of a lush meadow. Sneaky and whimsical gusts of sonic grasses hovered in mid-air; melancholy breezes slipped into our bodies, igniting thoughts, and we sneezed aborted dreams; eccentric and vividly colorful dreams. more
Track 05 - Eight Corners