There's that knee-jerky thing about electronic music being all maths and no soul. Measured and modulated and programmed but not organic enough to glimpse the humanity of its creator.
Yeah. That's true for bad electronic music. But this is very, very, very good electronic music and there's more soul and life here than in a thousand over-crooned, wobbly sensitive-male singer-songwriter extended Americanised vowels or Liam Gallagher sneers or Maria Carey-style yodel-warbles.
They call it 'microhouse'. They would. Probably because there's a heavy four-to-the-floor thing going on - but only as a solid foundation for the faraway, sexy, liquid, dream-soaked layers and textures to glide and swirl over.
They know nothing. This isn't House. It's early, Derrick May-style Techno with sunlight washing out the neon. All the flab stripped away, dark, visionary, electronic (practically machine-fetishising) but simultaneously evoking urban claustrophobia and the wide open space of hope and yearning.
It's that relentless, mantra-like, racing-heart pulse. Music for staring out of train windows to.
And Swedish, naturally.
[MP3] The Field - A Paw In My Face
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Still feel a little guilty over how much I like The Field's album. What he is doing is so simple but it still sounds ace. Bastard.
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