“"Maxim's I" fades in with a minute's worth of cymbal hissing and fades out with the same, providing apt disorientation for Julia Holter's lucid recollection of a very strange feeling. Presumably alone, the narrator walks into a restaurant, and as a result, everyone's staring, trying to get her to telepathically divulge some secret she must be hiding. Or at least she thinks that's the case: Holter ”
