The opening track ‘Ekki Vanmeta’ draws you in with the punchy crackle of compressed beats, chiming keyboards and the whispering harmonies of Jófrídur and Ásthildur. Tracks like ‘Kertið’ and ‘Fernando’ show off a maturity of musical awareness far beyond Pascal Pinon’s tender years (‘Fernando’ is so haunting it’ll make you feel like you’re actually standing on a coast of cold black sand watching the sun rise). ‘Þerney (One Thing)’ is probably the closest to a conventional pop song on the album, but conventional isn’t what Pascal Pinon are all about. If Twosomeness is the kind of album Pascal Pinon are coming up with now, I can’t wait to hear what they’ll sound like when they’re out of their teens.
The album was described as sweet, cheerful and innocent and if you listen to Twosomeness with the same cynical prejudice as I initially did you will conclude that not an awful lot has changed. Twosomeness is filled with angelic harmonies, half whispered-half sung, half English-half Icelandic, all adorned by a thin see-through gown of instrumentation, baring a vulnerability and serenity that makes Perfume Genius sound like a death metal-head.
Twosomeness could easily have provoked me for all kinds of slander. How dare they be so delicate and pristine in a world so foul and violent and lest not forget that they owe us a lot of money. This is the BLOG that voted White Lung best album of 2012, we will not go all squishy at the hand of a couple of dreamy teens in virgin white nighties. But I’m afraid these sirens have done me in. After a few listens the other-wordlyness of Twosomeness seizes to offend me and becomes almost like a gospel. Just listen to the magical Evgeny Kissin, a song that is the perfect symbiosis between a bedroom ballad XX fashion and a grand choral song. From that point on I start to hear more and more extraordinary details in the arrangements that I would sooner qualify as distinctive than hazy. I feel that Jófrídur and Ásohildur Ákadöttir, young as they are, have reached a level of refinement that the likes of Sóley and Lykke Li have yet to reach. Unlike The Secret Love Parade, who’s naivety made me feel like a pedophilic voyeur, Twosomeness makes me feel almost enlightened.