Kelli Scarr's rousing romp begins with a Flaming Lips guitar, ala Yoshimi and her robot, and perfectly unintelligible Fiest-ish vocals. I couldn't agree more with the arrangement choices; I was always anticipating, always gleefully surprised by the ups and downs, ins and outs, etc. I literally tittered with joy at her words "I guess I'm that kinda woman. You made me some kinda woman." The dissolution into a piano solo straight out of a 1920's jazz bar was the cherry on top of this ice cream sundae song. For lovers of Feist, Edward Sharpe, The Shins, and a giddy transcendental good time.
-Kay