Ok, this is me typing out this right now, but here's my contribution #1 to the conspiracy train, OF WHICH I'VE BEEN PART OF SINCE THE VIDEO UPLOAD.
I love (and want to believe) on the input and analysis of everyone in this thread has laid down. Here's something I've always found fun: not even Pedro Winter, their manager, knew about the Coachella Pyramid debut. All he could listen to was the studio rehearsal version. I wouldn't be surprised if even their publicist Kathryn Frazier was given the info. regarding the split up, but was kept in the dark regarding a final release.
But, here's my absolutely unfounded, take-it-with-a-planet-of-salt, 99% shitpost, mods erase this if you seem necessary, do not take seriously contribution #2:
If you've ever read the Pitchfork article or tangential sources, you'd know by now that the Bots and film director Brian de Palma were in talks to work together. Aside from liking his work (keep in mind he directed Scarface, scored by Moroder himself), Phantom of The Paradise and Paul William's (bless his soul) composition were direct, essential inspirations for RAM.
So, Touch is the track Epilogue ends with...guess what was talked between DP and De Palma but was never made? A music video for Touch. What does this mean? Absolute bollocks, NOTHING...but I if you're going out with ANYTHING, teased through a cryptic seventies-like sequence in the style of the film director with whom a project was a possibility, to the sound of the track the project was for, 100% expect a bunch of doofuses (specially my shitbrains self) to build a conspiracy empire around it.
(EXTREME red herring warning, you're entering 100% shipost territory, turn back now) I'll end it on this: De Palma has directed one music video in his entire life, that of Bruce Springsteen's Dancing in the Dark. Video itself is pretty harmless, but the lyrics are, peculiar:
I get up in the evening
And I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
Message keeps getting clearer
Radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man, I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
Baby, I just know that there is
You sit around getting older
There's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
Come on, baby, the laugh's on me
Stay on the streets of this town
And they'll be carving you up all right
They say you gotta stay hungry
Hey, baby, I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now, baby, gimme just one look
You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
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I'm such an idiot. XD
