• ADULT.

  • Lee Ranaldo

  • Goldfrapp

  • Nicolas Bougaïeff

  • Anand Wilder & Maxwell Kardon

  • Plastikman

  • Zola Jesus

  • New Order

  • Arca

  • Looper

  • Du Blonde

  • On Dead Waves

  • Lost Under Heaven

  • Lift To Experience

  • A Certain Ratio

  • Richard H. Kirk & Sandoz

  • Liars

  • Swans

  • Ben Frost

  • Cold Specks

  • Carter Tutti Void —
    Transverse

  • Can —
    The Lost Tapes

  • Yeasayer —
    Longevity

  • Yeasayer —
    Amen & Goodbye

  • Looper —
    Offgrid:Offline

  • Grinderman 2 RMX —
    Grinderman 2 RMX

  • Liars —
    WIXIW

  • Yeasayer —
    Fragrant World

  • Lost Under Heaven —
    Spiritual Songs For Lovers To Sing

  • Lift To Experience —
    Falling From Cloud 9 EP

  • Cabaret Voltaire —
    Three Mantras

  • Beth Jeans Houghton —
    Sweet Tooth Bird

  • VCMG —
    Aftermaths EP3

  • On Dead Waves —
    On Dead Waves

  • Erasure —
    World Be Gone

  • Cabaret Voltaire —
    Red Mecca

  • Beth Jeans Houghton —
    Yours Truly Cellophane Nose

  • Crime & The City Solution —
    An Introduction To... A History of Crime

  • Swans —
    The Glowing Man

  • Erasure —
    Love You To The Sky EP

  • Liars —
    Staring At Zero

  • Lee Ranaldo —
    Moroccan Mountains

  • Lee Ranaldo —
    Thrown Over The Wall

  • Liars —
    Cred Woes

  • Ben Frost —
    Threshold Of Faith

  • ADULT. —
    Uncomfortable Positions (feat. Lun*na Menoh)

  • Lee Ranaldo —
    New Thing

  • Erasure —
    World Be Gone

  • Erasure —
    Love You To The Sky

  • Can —
    Dizzy Dizzy (The Singles Pt. 2)

  • Can —
    She Brings The Rain (The Singles Pt. 1)

  • Lee Ranaldo —
    Circular (Right As Rain)

  • ADULT. —
    We Are A Mirror (feat. Douglas J McCarthy)

  • Lift To Experience —
    Falling From Cloud 9

  • Goldfrapp —
    Systemagic

  • ADULT. —
    We Chase The Sound (feat. Shannon Funchess)

  • Looper —
    Farfisa Song

  • Goldfrapp —
    Anymore

  • Maps —
    Playlist: Vicissitude

  • Maps —
    Playlist: Turning The Mind & We Can Create

Fever Ray

Returns with New Album Plunge

NEW ALBUM PLUNGE

OUT OCTOBER 27, 2017

STREAM “TO THE MOON AND BACK” NOW

 

Tomorrow, Fever Ray will release a new album, Plunge, the first release in eight years since the celebrated self-titled debut in 2009.

Plunge was largely recorded in Karin Dreijer’s Stockholm studio in collaboration with the producers Paula Temple, Deena Abdelwahed, NÍDIA, Tami T, Peder Mannerfelt and Johannes Berglund.

Karin Dreijer is one half of the electronic duo The Knife along with her brother, Olof Dreijer.

Plunge will be released on vinyl and CD formats on February 23, 2018 via Mute and Rabid Records. Preorder here.

Fever Ray will embark on a live tour in 2018.

Plunge Tracklist and Credits

1. Wanna Sip
Written by Karin Dreijer and Peder Mannerfelt. Produced by Peder Mannerfelt and Karin Dreijer.
2. Mustn’t Hurry
Written by Karin Dreijer. Flutes by Aldo Arechar. Produced by Paula Temple, Johannes Berglund and Karin Dreijer.
3. A Part Of Us
Written by Karin Dreijer and Tami T. Produced by Tami T, Peder Mannerfelt and Karin Dreijer. Additional production by Johannes Berglund.
4. Falling
Written by Karin Dreijer. Produced by Peder Mannerfelt and Karin Dreijer.
5. IDK About You
Written by Karin Dreijer. Produced by NÍDIA and Karin Dreijer. Additional production by Johannes Berglund.

 

6. This Country
Written by Karin Dreijer. Produced by Peder Mannerfelt and Karin Dreijer.
7. Plunge
Written by Karin Dreijer. Produced by Peder Mannerfelt and Karin Dreijer.
8. To The Moon And Back
Written by Karin Dreijer. Produced by Johannes Berglund, Peder Mannerfelt and Karin Dreijer.
9. Red Trails
Written by Karin Dreijer. Violin by Sara Parkman. Produced by Paula Temple and Johannes Berglund.
10. An Itch
Written by Karin Dreijer. Produced by Deena Abdelwahed, Peder Mannerfelt and Karin Dreijer.
11. Mama’s Hand
Written by Karin Dreijer. Produced by Paula Temple and Johannes Berglund.

 

Mixed by Johannes Berglund.

Mastered by Mandy Parnell at Black Saloon Studios.

The decision to fall is harder than the fall itself

It is a joy to meet you. I don’t know how to feel about that. But already my repetitions are beginning. Do I confuse itch and ache? Here’s this helpful quiz to discover which it is, dedicated to a global team of heartbroken self-diagnosers that stretches from the threadbare social democracies in the north to the liberated markets in the west. The object of the song is love and the subject of the song is loss, or object and subject are genetically alike. This is how it sounds, the excavated voice, the archaeological dig one thousand or eight years into the future, when the bodies preserved in this auditory mud have become exemplary of their time and can no longer hurt or help each other. Then I will know how to love you and be loved by you. 

The song, the lover, is interested in objectifying itself, herself. The lover objectifies herself as music. The song is a prosthesis that extends like a limb into the gut and pulls out the half-digested heart, it’s kind of gothic and kind of a shame. I learn gratefully in music that the decision to fall is harder than the fall itself, the anticipation of falling; I’m embarrassed by gravity is what I mean by “I put on weight”. The parent and the lover momentarily blurring, then some kind of travel sickness, and later I am home without remembering what happened. It used to bother me that violence is as intimate as love, but I see that you have resolved that problem by dissolving the two each into the other. Whatever is important to hide must be important. Whatever is important to forget.


Listen! I’m looking for a girl who stands 10 feet tall and has teeth like razors; I’m looking for a girl who could play the bored receptionist in the lobby of the afterlife, crossing the river of forgetting every morning and evening and back into the world of the living, where I will wait with flowers and an assortment of adult toys. Could this be you? I’m looking for a girl to affirm my reality, or cancel it. Me: I am beautifully dressed. I am a reflective surface. I am the president. Welcome to my body, my building, the border. The escalators only go up. You get down again by throwing yourself off the roof. And the song’s refrain there to catch you if you’re lucky. 

Listen! Sex is work, love is work, work is sex, work is love, the magical conversion of “is” given impossible power by its delivery in music. We have travelled together these minutes and years now and I am hopeful that we have finally solved this complicated problem of how to become… Even now at my age, preserved as an example in this perfect slab of ice, can you believe I am still waiting to become real? I had a plan for how sex or at least some kind of heartfelt physical intensity could save us but I threw it off the roof along with the body and it fell into the silence that limns the edge of the song. 

Inside the architecture of repetition that constitutes both a song and a life, taken objectively and not subjectively, there are resonances, assurances, bonds and securities. Sex and music stand guard over a shared silence under the noise, either because there is nothing or too much to say. It is still possible to negotiate between pain and pleasure, on the vanishing edges of pain and of pleasure, as if cutting a deal, the best deal, a beautiful deal. There are no simple binaries, and I don’t only mean gender, that’s old news; I mean that I am radiating and obsessed with the daydream hurt that I imagine your voice alone could cause me, now that I live in its zone, and I am too far gone to distinguish between sharpness and softness. 
 

Baby, I hope one of us will hypnotise the other. Then the one less hypnotised will kill the other. Then after everyone is dead and we establish the scene, the next beginning, ending, beginning, ending. A pattern can only last its own forever and the song on repeat follows me around the city. The heart is the bloodiest organ and its rhythmic pacing and growling troubles the perception like movement at the edge of the vision mistaken for a creature. It is too early to fall in love, but all of history has happened and now there seems to be only the remainder to be arranged and rearranged. “We waited far too long.” It’s OK, everyone is here now. 


*Fever Ray thru Hannah Black, October 2017*

 

 

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