Ghost House - "Samuel L. Jackson"
The opening keyboard riff, wiry and alien, sounds like a totally warped and reinvented take of the keyboard wash in Justin Timberlake's "My Love". I'm no Timberlake fan, but I'll take every version of that space age stutter that I can get. The verbal flow gets skipped like a stone and shifted into frenzied knots just before drifting into the slow-mo sludge hook. "Samuel L. Jackson" unpretentiously swarms you with switched up rhythms, sexy come on's and a sound grafted from the best of the cutting edges.