Claude says:White Town's 1997 synth-pop fever dream arrived when britpop was still ruling the UK, but Jyoti Mishra's looping, sample-heavy production felt like it came from somewhere else entirely—which it kind of did, a solitary bedroom in Leicester cranking out these hypnotic electronic sketches that somehow landed "Your Woman" everywhere. You've spun this whole album maybe half a dozen times across six years, but that title track has a grip on you that justifies the return visits, its melody so clean and strange it rewires your brain each time.