For the first few bars of "Triumphant" that unwind as the album opens, it
might almost be the hand of Chris Martin guiding things, but then the
synths swell and the backbeat kicks in and suddenly, there's no doubt that
the mists that envelop you can only be blowing from the twin Norweigan
peaks of Mounts Bruntland and Berge. One after another, breathy vocals and
beguiling melodies unfold across the twelve tracks of what is amazingly
only the second full-length project for Royksopp. The catchy tunes often belie
bittersweet (or just plain bitter) lyrics, as on "Only This Moment" and "49
percent" (the second and third cuts that follow the instrumental opener).
That tone is matched by the icy rhythm of the voiceless "Sombre Detune" that
precedes "Follow My Ruin," an eighties-style tune featuring some
synthesized roto-toms and a funky bassline, with lyrics revisiting the
theme of crystallized time from "Only This Moment."
"Beautiful Day
Without You" marks the halfway point of the album with a verbal middle
finger that belies the content of the lyrics by its very existence. The
pattern that appears, for all its delicate construction, is not a pretty
one, even, and perhaps especially when voiced by Karin Dreijer on "What
Else Is There?," on which she shares songwriting duties. Then there's
"Circuit Breaker," an ode to the strange current that flows between the
poles of adoration and addiction, a junkie's anthem if there ever was one.
The album's third instrumental, "Alpha Male," starts off like vintage
Tangerine Dream but quickly steps up the tempo to become a driving
Oakenfold-esque rocker that's just begging for some remix treatment.
There's finally a ray of sunshine on "Someone Like Me," all about the good
fortune of finding someone that curves in where you curve out, but once
again the final line "come on, let's share this moment" leaves the future
firmly in doubt.
The coda of the final couplet in "Dead To The World"
serves to neatly sum up everything that's gone before "i don't move but i
keep on moving/ i'm only with you." And finally, we end where we began,
with the instrumental "Triestesse Globale," a classical beauty that's over
almost before it begins, barely giving us time for reflection on what we've
learned: Sometimes, the only understanding is acceptance of its absence.