It’s moments of blissful weirdness like this that make me love Sylvan Esso. I’ve often said that the best part of any artist’s work is oftentimes the novelties and throwaways tucked away on B-Sides and bonus discs. The little experiments and candid moments are like vestigial elements of the creative process, played with for a moment but meant to be left behind, preserved for posterity on a whim, overshadowed by the perfection of the real work but yet so very revealing.