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Note to self: stop linking to Pitchfork. There is something about the singing of a soft, little girl voice that will transfix me on the spot. It is vaguely reminescent of, what seems to be, a previous life. I cannot explain what it does to me; I feel at peace. I can close my eyes and feel that I am floating through an opaque peach sky, weightless.

Saloon is doing this to me right now. Make it hurt.