Or Sufjan Stevens vs. Nyquil. Extra-super-deluxe-weird San Franciscan Dee Kessler has half-sings as if he’s trying to keep cool while hiding under the covers from monsters, his accompaniment chirpy, flitting, morose and sometimes danceable synths, mostly in the vein of fringe rebels of mellow frazzledness like Yo La Tengo. The Brits love this so much they put it on BBC 1, meaning here in the states it’s what you’d expect to hear coming from the Walkman of your oft-suicidal dorm mate and pretty much no one else. Order from Amazon.com
