“Shiny electropop is not exactly the order of the day here, then. This is made abundantly clear by opener and lead single, “Silent Shout,” which is built around a droning one-note bassline, a maddeningly random synth arpeggio blipping all over the place and a choir of nightmarish pitch-shifted voices chanting about their teeth falling out.”
Lord! I love the Knife. The most difficult thing, the most crack-up-inducing thing, the psychologically damaging thing is to love something so much while simultaneously being revolted by it. On the one hand, it is hermeneutically par for the course. Within the historical closure of meaning, a transcendental differential structure serves to whisper meaning into actuality. But on a basic, have-to-live-with-yourself level, it fucking sucks and rips your fucking heart out and then you somehow have a subdural hematoma to boot.
