First thing first, I'm with you. That title? Ugh, it might as well be "Jamaican Me Crazy!" But once you glance away from the iPod screen, this track from Kiwi home recording savant Ryan McPhun is beguiling. At its onset, his marble mouthed vocals and an ever twisting electronic palette makes it sound like a mellowed out Alden Penner song from the sadly imaginary second Unicorns album. After a quick instrumental interlude exalting the coming spring, the track fades into a more sincerely spaced out blur. McPhun's dueling high registers and the pounding beat they glide around recall the grace only very  sledomly achieved in the finest moments of the also defunct Grandaddy. While stitching together the aesthetics of bands whose time was abruptly cut short would be a worthy marketing plan on its own, the whole four minutes are bound by McPhun's woozy songwriting sensibility. Like a terminally forgetful goldfish circling its bowl, each familiar corner brings a new sense of discovery.