Album review: Trentemoller, Lost (In My Room)
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Your support makes all the difference.Denmark’s Anders Trentemoller has moved ever further away from the propulsive techno that he made a decade ago, to the point where his third album proper includes verse-chorus-verse structures and vocals by the singers from Low, the Drums, Blonde Redhead and the Raveonettes.
The songs are melancholy, like a goth Portishead, or kind of creepy, and even the poppiest bits could play in the background of a David Lynch film, or sound like the song that the serial killer in The Silence of the Lambs puts his johnson between his legs and dances to. But it’s still the instrumentals, with their bass growls and motorik rhythms, moody ambience, psychedelic wig-outs and violent moodswings, that have the most flavour.
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