Can't say I really
get all the dingbat etiquettes of the internet, although far more comprehensible is this dreampop reverie from
Zooey. Not Deschanel, but Montréal's Matthew Otto. The patent comparison would be with Noah Lennox, yet there's more to 回回 (yeah, me neither) than first meets the ear. For caught up in its propulsive whooshes of synth are processed, if still perceptibly human vocals, which in turn flow into the sprightly electropop undertow of the track. An optimum cosmic plod, and one that remains connected to our unintelligible earthly etiquettes as it and Otto drift off.
Zooey's Soundcloud.
