This is not a 60's sexploitation record. This is not a sampling of speeches regarding the finer ways of subtle selfpleasuring. This is in fact one of the most abstract collections of bizarre rhytmic experiments that are ever likely to emanate from a single Buchla modular synthesizer!
I won't even try to describe this beast step by step. Positioned somewhere between the ambient sonic craftings of later times and the musique concrète of the very earliest electronic music, Subotnick manages to hypnotize the listener and leave him (or her) in an altered state. The different outputs range from grinding, formless pads to strangely complex yet attractive percussive arrangements that flicker in and out of the definition of a "beat" with the precision of a drunken tape-recorder in a convulsive tap-dance routine. Covering the entire LP with just two side-long tracks, Touch is an avant-garde mammoth, worthy of attention from anybody who doesn't think music was invented by Van Halen!
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