this is the prettiest song, with the prettiest description accompanying it that i wish i wrote.. (maybe find better adjectives then pretty and you'd be one step closer, amelia.)
"drums seems to be falling down stairs in slow motion, handclaps keep time, and a twinkling synth seems refracted by sunlight." (via Delicious Scopitone) don't you love that?
read more here, listen here, etc etc. "Breaststroke"
...i'm being lazy and feel like listening to PRETTY music rather than dissecting at the moment. so thank you, pitchfork, for doing it for me.