Still under the weather, still a little sideways, still out of step with time's usual way of passing. So when I hear a song with such an elegant arc, it almost sets me right. This is some sexy synthetic struttin' soul. Minimal music for maximum joy. You really need to let this slow cooker do its thing. By song's end, it's like you've been walking down the road with your mind pleasantly misplaced, only vaguely noticing that a beautiful scene has grown up all around you. It's also like being seduced by a weeping vocoder, if you're into that kind of thing.
Junior Boys - Parallel Lines
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