Many wrinkles of your tortured face
The light orgy of earth colors
Languorous spirits crying and questioning me
Asking tremblingly, where the hope is still to get
Fake sobbing, chaste screeming,
Run on, she was not a victim,
I have been waiting for you for a long time, you have been late for several hour,
Turn off the light, it may bring us trouble
A yellow-turned photograph, let the past go,
You will rouse a new one out of the present,
Your body grasped in a cosmic power,
Do not ask anything, just be obedient
The luminous minimal synth duo's latest, due in February, is their most carefully constructed and emotionally resonant yet. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 31, 2018