There’s a misconception, amongst many outsiders and part-time fans, that Paramore’s music tends to be defined by its overwrought emotion and saccharine simplicity. On Still Into You, though, they’d be just about right. An unabashed love song of the highest order, the subsidence of an off-kilter opening riff into that gushing chorus (‘I should be over all the butterflies but I'm into you, I'm into you / And even baby our worst nights / I'm into you, I'm into you’) perfectly encapsulates the maddening pull and butterflies-in-your-stomach wooziness of long-term romance.