Cinnamon Chasers - No Harm Will Come

Russ Davies, the mind behind Cinnamon Chasers, has always been a kind of electronic auteur, someone who sees melody not just as a hook but as emotional architecture. With No Harm Will Come, he trades his trademark cinematic optimism for something subtler: a wistful, slow-motion sigh wrapped in neon haze.

This isn’t the soaring, euphoric drive of Luv Deluxe. Instead, it’s the afterglow, the late-night taxi ride home when the club’s pulse is still in your chest but your thoughts have drifted somewhere far softer. The production is pure Davies: crystalline synth tones, muted arps, and a low-end that breathes rather than thumps. Every element feels placed with intention, like brushstrokes on fogged glass.

What makes No Harm Will Come special is its restraint. Where lesser producers would push for a drop or an emotional payoff, Davies lets the track simmer in its own mood. It’s hypnotic, melancholic, and quietly redemptive, an ambient sermon whispered through sidechain compression. The vocals, processed into spectral fragments, hover in that emotional space between reassurance and yearning. You’re never quite sure if they’re comforting you or themselves.

There’s a cinematic serenity here reminiscent of Tycho or Röyksopp, yet it still carries that distinctly British electronic melancholy, part Balearic nostalgia, part urban solitude. Davies has always excelled at making electronic music that feels human, and this track might be his most understated expression of that idea yet.

If Luv Deluxe was the moment the sun rose, No Harm Will Come is the moment it disappears behind the skyline. The light is fading, but the warmth lingers.