The history of touches/Every single archive/Compressed into a second/All with us here as I wake you up
from History of Touches lyrics by Bjork
Fleeting emotions leading to erotic acrobatics, subtle all the way through. What Cirque Du Soleil would sound like had it been directed by an Iceland queen. The synth is a soft brushstroke simulating her delicate touch, but darkness is the overwhelming feeling, and it is relentless from the jump.
