When I started doing radio, the other DJs at the time scorned anything 'poppy', and since they revered plenty of other stuff I liked, I focused on that instead. Then I heard one of the few indiepop DJs play this and felt a crashing wave of regret about all the great stuff I must have been missing out on.
To me it sounds like the guitar-- that great, tireless jangly guitar-- is perpetually a little ahead of singer Rose Melberg. This might be the result of sloppiness (Melberg's previous band, Tiger Trap, had a prominent place on the list of early-90s bands that proved enthusiasm was more important than technique) but it's still wonderful; singing along with this song provides the same kind of fidgety pleasure as clicking and unclicking a ballpoint pen.
[Go Sailor's three 7"s were compiled onto a self-titled CD, released, incongruously, by Lookout Records, who now offer it in their "Low-Price Punk" line.]
EDIT: Molly, who has better ears than I do, says the syncopation is clearly intentional.