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Rating: Small but necessary premise: I know very little about Underworld (zero?), therefore I am not able to provide an adequate description regarding their musical background and their stylistic evolution, if there has been any naturally. Furthermore, I only own this one work, so my opinion regarding the group might appear significantly limited, especially since this isn't exactly the musical genre I am particularly devoted to.
In practice, advice and criticism are widely requested by me because I would like to broaden my musical horizons as much as possible, preferably in a constructive way (I am an eclectic but highly selective type, if you'll allow me the nonsense).
Moving on to the album in question, it is appropriate to clarify that it is the most recent "Underworldian" discographic release, dating back to 2007 (if I'm not wrong, the official release was on October 3).
The Hyde-Smith duo has thus reached their fifth creation, surviving the trends and frenetic rhythms that characterize the music of the new millennium: remarkable on their part, considering that Underworld has long surpassed a decade.
Drawn by advice and excellent reviews about them, I plunged into listening to "Oblivion With Bells", experiencing not little surprise in being able to enjoy elegance and extreme fluidity tied to ethereal atmospheres, ready to flow into "club" soundscapes never excessive or redundant; in fact, one almost has the impression of being immersed in a musical liquid, with percussions and keyboards meant to carry us into new spaces previously closed off (yes, I must thank my personal pusher once again).
However, it is not possible for me to talk about a "journey" (at least not in a continuous sense), as there are tracks that interrupt everything; taken individually they are not even bad (on the contrary, "Ring Road" is very nice, almost seems like an ideal piece for "The Lion King"), but unfortunately do not fit well into the context, at least in my opinion.
"Glam Bucket", however, gave me a totally different impression: the keyboards offer the right pathos to take off (or rather, slide).
Other noteworthy tracks are the opener "Crocodile" which is connected to "Beautiful Burnout", forming a tasty triad with "Holding The Moth", more danceable but at risk of being repetitive (the lyrics though...: "foot in front of the other, like cute, blablah..").
In essence, a good discovery, with the hope of enjoying even more the previous chapters which, from what I’ve heard around, are the best to cling to in the varied world of club music. Au revoir.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Crocodile (06:30)
is that you?
is that
is that really you?
to call between my lips
two kangaroo fingers push
through and scratch my back in rhythm
slow foot
slow fast
waiting for a night to wrap around us
i could go in there
get some sweet stuff
all these things
in me (in me)
all these things
in me (in me)
is that you?
is that
is that really you?
to hold beneath my skin
two numbers click between her touch
when you pull me down into them
rising and rising
[through the inside of a glass eye painting]
calling me in there
get that sweet stuff
all these things
in me (in me)
all these things
in me (in me)
vocoder stuff [did you walk around the stairs?]
is that you?
is that
is that really you?
to crawl between my lips
two kangaroo fingers push
through and scratch my back in rhythm
slow foot
slow fast
waiting for a night to wrap around us
i could go in there
get some sweet stuff
all these things
in me
all these things
in me
02 Beautiful Burnout (08:09)
Blood on a tissue on the floor of the train
Sun goes down, temperature drops
Beautiful burnout, Beautiful burnout
Bird
Chrome
09 Faxed Invitation (04:44)
I don't wanna get dirty
with two scoops
and white flakes and jelly
wrestling would you do it
would you do it
go down with the body
hugger stroking
clutches caressing
on the corner lip to lip
black and blond chocolate eye
I don't wanna get dirty
with two scoops
and white flakes and jelly
wrestling would you do it
would you do it
go down with the body
hugger stroking
clutches caressing
on the corner lip to lip
black and blond chocolate eye
fundamental
looking up at me
your olive skin
your unmarked beauty unconnected
I don't feel the heat of you
like you want me to
up close and smiling
no seperate bills
she's fantastic
so fantastic like this
this is a catsuit of fifteen colours
faxed invitation
to oblivion with bells
technicolour delights
someone pushing
don't knock, push
honey honey pure twisted
squeeze your libido
....
I feel so disconnected
you smile
you give me everything
this one cold, this one hot
purple head burning fast (?)
water
deep voice, dome head
shooting behind the glass eyes
and walking on the piss stains on a beautiful day
craving company and legs
look around you
you look good to me
i see you in an alley shop
and clean and focus like a hope
when he smoked a cigarette
looking away smelling something surgical
that leaves a mark upon his neck
where the place where you were talking
when you looked so upset
why were you hiding
when I saw you in an alley shop
and clean like a hope
I want someone pretty to give me time
mmmm pretty and fit, smelling good
an unknown lie
animal calling
hungry eye
change the way I feel, on a wheel
and (bang?) jesus loves me on a yellow xylophone
going home
outside you look at me with your brown eyes
lest we forget
angel at the hotel
sudden fiction/friction (?)....?
I was born with a cartoon eye
and a savioury style
very strong feeling (of) freedom, liberty
mmmm deep voice
mmmm deep voice
mmmm deep voice
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