"Certainly she was losing consciousness of the outer things. And as she lost consciousness of the outer things...her mind kept throwing things up from its depths, scenes and names, and sayings, and memories and ideas, like a fountain spurting..." - Virginia Woolf

In Money Cat, Zora Jones allows you a minute and a half of quiet introspection, for the fountain to spurt before popping that thought bubble. You awake from the non sequitur of your broken thought process, and slowly dissolve into a more complex drift, putting the pieces back together over its slowly building beat. You're forming firmer foundations of the thought through recollection with hindsight. It's a moment to behold. Relax. Let it all go. Dive into the other worldly depths of your brain. See what you find.

When a song can do this to you it's worth dwelling on.