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Yves Tumor's 'Safe in the Hands of Love' is an ethereal experience to say the least

The enigmatic artist produces something quite sensational.

The monotony of the modern press cycle means very few albums truly come out of nowhere – even the surprise album is a certified cliché so when Yves Tumor’s wildly experimental Safe in the Hands of Love recently hit to shrill praise from Pitchfork and Anthony Fantano, it was more than a “breath of fresh air” – it was a pulsing slap in the face. 

The record sprawls plunderphonics, noise, dream-pop, sinister R&B and field recordings. The record’s flow follows emotion, and not stylistic structure; it feels right when the driving melancholy of ‘Lifetime’ spills into the icy robotic monologue of ‘Hope in Suffering (Escaping Oblivion and Overcoming Powerlessness)’ and it’s difficult to express why. 

Importantly, the record’s grim brilliance is also a highly listenable pop experience – ‘Noid’’s string-laden neo-disco encases a bleak rumination on American race relations while ‘All the Love We Have Now’ pulses off a big-beat groove that wouldn’t be far fetched for Daft Punk. Closer ‘Let the Lionness in You Freely’ grinds cymbals and organ with a post-rock persistence while Tumor spits fragmented proclamations of love. 

Safe in the Hands of Love’s cavernous ambience is immersive – listening straight through makes you feel complicit in Tumor’s catalogue of ecstasy, despair, and seduction. 

9/10