Amidst all of the broken beats lies a simple melody, with Jones singing in a childish voice about the daily morning visit of the milkman. But this nostalgic picture isn't as banal as it might seen, as our prepubescent narrator starts to feel his first inchoate sexual urges. I suppose it might be possible to dismiss all of this as silly smut, but I think there's something more there. Very few works address those first confused longings, and the close horizons of this slight piece seem to speak honestly of them.
Oh, and it's also an abominable earworm, so be be careful.
Aphex Twin - Milkman