Like, seriously, it came out of nowhere and now I'm having a hard time understanding how anyone doesn't spend at least a few minutes in the morning drinking coffee, reading the New York Times, and listening to something off Let It Die or The Reminder. There's something inherently abrasive about Feist's aesthetic, at least when it lapses into that coffee-shop-ready pop charm that she occasionally employs. But, when I hold these criticisms up to her body of work and obvious love of her craft, they feel shallow and more like strikes against her "coolness," as if I or anyone were in a position to hand those out. I mean, maybe coffee shops are just Feist ready. I don't know what that means. Anyway, in case you haven't seen it, here's a video for "I Feel It All."