High voltage and circuit bending, the high North electro squad hits all the sweet lows for a melancholic Sermon, drifting through a more technical Röyksopp and the waifs of Trentemøller, while plugging in their own caveman aura to cast a different musical spell. Olov, Lina, Johan, Andreas have been pushing beat and emotion beyond the surface since 2006, carving out a space for serenity in the absence of silence. In other words, nobody stands still to their sounds yet the music generates a sense of motionless euphoria in its reach for ease by means of pulsating sidesteps. Perhaps the lazy review would read: It’s just one of those songs you have to hear. And it is, but this one will undoubtedly extract more. Regardless, a listen requires the right mood, some rich headspace, and an abundance of literal headspace for the beat-abiding bobs.
In part with their more recent single “All I Find” (Palms Out Sounds) the two are quoted as sharing “the lament of a stifling culture and seems to express a state of playing dead in order to stay alive. These songs aren’t of the kind that gathers a flock around it, but rather lure those who mean to leave the flock. The music of The Touch marks the plague of civilization.” Dig in.
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Swedish avante-pop just upped the rent for its roommate minimalist as The Touch garnish their sound forward experiments with Sermon. Released last year