Among my favorite songs this year that won't make my top 10 albums was this slinky float trip of a tune. DeMarco ambles through a pleasantly simple (and simply pleasing!) verse-chorus at the pace of a Malkmus classic with drunken surf guitars and an anxious bassline. It makes me go all loose banana: limbs deboned, spine dangling forward, head faintly bobbing. I shake down to a puddle of goo at that guitar solo coda. What a world, what a world.