Hell, this isn't like any phone sex I've had; it's mutually satisfying and not nearly humiliating enough. Obviously, everything that Grimes touches turns to gold ATM, and here her ethereal warbling melds effortlessly with Vancouver producer Blood Diamonds' Balearic beats. It won't leave you with your pants round your ankles, falling over yourself to close the bedroom door, but it is another homerun for the electro chanteuse.
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