Franco-American duo The Berg Sans Nipple's Along The Quai arrived in my mailbox last night, and I immersed myself in its rhythms until I went to sleep. The melodies are simple and solemn, the beats are heavy, and the within-song transitions have a mysterious seamlessness about them. The lyrics are translucent; in Ghost, the band laments, "are there no roots or is there just nothing to cling to/liberty is a ghost who hasn't severed his shadow..." Penetrating.
The Berg Sans Nipple mp3s:
Ghost
Mystic Song
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