Teengirl Fantasy - 8AM

A Closer Listen

If, like me, you have a brain that stores away trivial information such as End of Year Charts then you might be think ‘Teengirl Fantasy? Weren’t they big on Pitchfork one year?’ And you’d be right – their single “Cheaters” was voted by the critics as the 24th best song of 2010 on that very site. What with appearing on the same page as the likes of James Blake (in with a bang at no. 29 for “CMYK”) and Four Tet’s “Angel Echoes” (number 27), and having the sort of name that sticks in the brain, for good or ill, it was the sort of useless data that was stored away for later. Although, it seemed the ‘later’ never arrived, with Teengirl Fantasy failing to make any greater impact than this single.

Certainly if you were to name an electronic duo who had worked with Panda Bear and Romanthony I would guess that TGF would be your second choice behind the French maestros Daft Punk, probably even after reading that introductory paragraph. Those appearances were on their second album Tracer  which came out on R&S Records five years ago. It’s not unreasonable to suggest they see that album as a misstep, because their third album is designed – and titled – as a sequel to their debut, 7am.

This new release, 8am, arrives on Mike Paradinas’s label Planet Mu and the loose concept behind it is to capture the state of your brain at that hour of the morning if you’ve been out all night. It’s been a while since I approached that time of the morning having been up all night – I haven’t exactly hung up my raving trousers but the opportunities for an all-nighter where I live are rare – and the same is true of my peers. When you hit a certain age, the only times you’ll be greeting the sunrise after a sleepless night is if you have an unwell infant, which may the theme for a Teengirl Fantasy album in a few years’ time. For now though, we’ve got the soundtrack for those still going out and coming back home again.

They certainly ease in the more fragile listener with the glowing chimes of an ambient intro, before the beat kicks in about a minute or so into the second track, “Crash Soft”. This is virtually full-on rave music, and it doesn’t really fit in the concept of the album although it does work on its own terms. Perhaps it is for the daytime raver – I kept thinking of a scene from the TV show Spaced at this point. The following track calms things down a bit – more space, and more of a dubby feel, and then for the next few tracks, the music gradually slows down to an ambient stop. Things pick up again on the centre point of the album “All Of The Time” which is essentially a dance track with the kick drum surgically removed. It works really well, and if it was the second track, it would have probably set the tone for the album better, with “Crash Soft” located elsewhere.

As a sequence of tracks that ease you back into consciousness, then 8am – with a couple of tweaks – works really well. Certainly by leaving the slightly more uptempo tracks to the second half Teengirl Fantasy have made an album that could also double as the 8pm pre-rave warm-up disc; if there’s a criticism here it’s that a number of tracks just seem to fizzle out rather than have the confidence to end. There is enough in the raw ingredients to keep remixers interested, though, so I expect Planet Mu to release versions of tracks throughout the year. A slight lack of focus in places shouldn’t detract from a fine ambient rave album made for listening to as the sun comes up. (Jeremy Bye)

Available here

Sun Apr 23 00:01:05 GMT 2017

Tiny Mix Tapes 80

Teengirl Fantasy
8AM

[Planet Mu; 2017]

Rating: 4/5

Have a seat. Is this your first time with us?

You came here before with your ex. But this is your first time alone.

You have a seat, noting with keen sense the memory foam on the laid-back massage chair.

You never knew it could feel this good. I told you it wouldn’t be easy.

Your therapist will be with you momentarily.

OK, thanks.

You rub your ankles, knees, and all-over. You’re tense. You’ve been the victim of a phantom itch that’s overstayed its welcome far too long.

Maybe this will be good for you. You’ve always tendered a fear of intimacy, harboring a yet paradoxical hypersexuality that’s neither healthy nor conditioning.

You fear people. That’s what it is.

No. You have lots of friends. Your coworkers call you “movie bud.” You’re well-liked.

You’re rough around the edges. I know you too well now…

Good afternoon. I’m your therapist. I’ll be helping you relax today.

Hi.

You’re a little nervous. You’ve never seen someone with such soft skin before.

You wonder what the therapist’s routine is.

You gaze, feeling the warmth from excitement.

Under the skylight, we’re the same soil.

Stop that.

And so it starts. You enter again to tear it apart.

Between us, but I’m feeling instead of flowing, flailing.

The therapist lays bare hand to your cold corpus, somehow knowing the details without ever having known you.

It’s a double-entendre, but you’re barely there.

I just wanna see you win this life, I just wanna feel you in my arms.

No.

You say I’m better than I’ll ever know.

What does it matter if all we are is matter?

That’s a stupid thought.

The therapist caresses you excitedly, like a moon to a star. The therapist’s here now, palpating your soft indentations, taking measure of your silent intonations.

The tide is high and it’s almost time, but you’re not ready.

The therapist takes you by the mouth, warm, steady.

You’ve never been in love before, but maybe this is it.

It’s like an oral vacuum.

That’s crude, but shy.

The therapist takes turns gazing at you and relaxing the touch on your tender points of pleasure. You’re one giant erogenous zone.

Stop thinking things like that.

It’s over. You’re done now. Quicker than it started.

You don a provided white, silken robe and confront the silence behind your little mortis.

Head in hand, you cry a little.

Maybe we can fall, together.

Fri Apr 21 04:35:36 GMT 2017