Asobi Seksu-StrawberriesYay, sparks and the dreaded shoe-gaze. Except it's not really shoe-gaze when it's as pop and dizzy spinning as this one. It's fittingly obscure and in a different language, for when you've written so much you're sick of writing on the second day. Even more fitting for...whatever. Thursdays. Words. Fireworks of music. Go listen.