It is impossible to talk about Smerz without mentioning the seamless flow of the melody, the flitting Norwegian voices in contrast to the rise of bubbling synthesizers in between, but just in between. Nothing is rushed. This music is the absence, the spaces in between. More Hopper than Picasso, there is no euphoria. In any case, it is Electro. Like Little Dragon or the Knife but somehow not. Almost Deep-House, almost melancholic, a bleak masterpiece. Their music describes the absent-mindedness of our mid-twenties and it is apparent - not.