Even in glorious Paris you cannot escape the omnipresent ghost of EDM and the nihilistic electronica of French trio TH/S /S SH/T is convincing evidence of that with their "/" EP being filled with relentless beats lifted from everywhere that the darkness can get to.
Perhaps the most obvious characteristic of the music of TH/S /S SH/T is the brutality – not uncommon amongst the children of the dancefloor – that drives these songs forever forward in such a determined manner. Whether this is an oblique commentary on the sequenced sterility of music in these vacuum operated times is perhaps open to question as, amongst all these paeans to right click religion, there is also an old school analogue muscularity provided solely and simply through the time honoured, and quintessentially organic, mechanism of the guitar.
Not much in the way of words either as these aren’t songs with a message. They are instead prime examples of the kind of complexity that separates true electronic music - as evidenced by the Bleak electro pop of “Paraldehyde” and the rock meets darkwave of “Transition 1.1” - from the artistic abyss that is EDM.
And, for some reason, this EP made me want to buy an Audi. A black Audi.