That’s the same feeling that comes to me at the beginning of Phil Spector’s amazing Then He Kissed Me. There’s a million things about the song to love – Hal Blaine, I’m looking up at you on the big drum kit in the sky – but if you notice, right between the opening guitar notes and when it really takes off there’s a moment of free-fall swaying that feels like a subconscious decision on Spector’s part to brace the listener for the brilliance they’re about to be steamrolled over with.
Check it out, from 0:04 to 0:07.
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