An intense interplay of darkness and desire
When I first heard ‘Hands’ by Ontic, I immediately felt like I was drawn into a dark, intense world. The Australian artist Andrew Dun has once again managed to create something simple yet powerful with his unmistakable dark synth pop sound. The production is straightforward and unpretentious – and that is precisely what gives the song its strength.
What particularly impressed me is the combination of this almost hypnotic simplicity and the lyrical depth. Lines like "With every look and every glance, you take the world, you play your hand" create images characterised by power, control and desire. For me, ‘Hands’ is like a musical reflection of a mysterious encounter – erotic and dark at the same time.
Musically, Ontic stays true to his line. The distinctive synths, driving basslines and dark textures blend perfectly. After just a few bars, you're transported directly to the chorus, which feels incredibly familiar – almost as if I've always known the song.
‘Hands’ combines dark wave influences with synth pop to create an intense experience. The atmosphere is dense throughout and leaves little room to breathe – and that's exactly what I like. It's a song that isn't overloaded, but rather convinces precisely through its clarity. If you are looking for synth pop with a dark soul, you will get your money's worth here.
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Lyrics of "Ontic – Hands"
Frame the sky
Sweep the land
Speak devotion on demand
Steal the earth
Freeze the sun
Bring your shining acumen
Come stir the honey pot
Come spin your candied confidante
Come shoot a star on stun
Come stake a bet on salvation
With every look and every glance
You give the world, you show your hand
And every look and every glance
You take the world, you play your hand
Hands on hearts
Hearts on sleeves
Worlds apart
Hands on me
Your hands on
Your hands
(Hands)
(Hands)
Push the sky
Lay the land
Flash your winning countenance
Hold the earth
Kiss the sun
Hone your instincts one by one
Come stir the honey pot
Come taste your sugared confidante
Come stop a story short
Come score your favourite contact sport
With every look and every glance
You give the world, you show your hand
And every look, and every glance
You take the world, you play your hand
Hands on hearts
Hearts on sleeves
Worlds apart
Hands on me
Your hands on
Your hands
(Hands)
(Hands)
(Hands)
(Hands)
