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Rating: The problem with reviewed CDs is that almost no one goes beyond their own opinion the reviewer has of it.
Let me explain. To build something solid, you have to start from the base, the foundations are essential for any type of relationship, whether experimental or not. The relationship changes, evolves, until you feel a de-discomfort in everything you do with that particular person, specifically built to teach you to detach a bit more from today's society.
The CD I reviewed is in my hands in its original form, directly from the factory it opens in my hands like a jewel of the London club culture. Compared to the garage-pop born in 2000, which began to spread precisely in those years in English nights characterized by few sounds, slow rhythms, delicate countertimes, and dancing with raised arms, from the first suite composed of the first three tracks "Juanita/Kiteless/Dream Of Love" there's the power of a refined and curated techno-ambient in the placement of cymbals, in the choice of bass, in the use of the keyboard.
Intertwining of synths, engaging sounds both from the number used in individual tracks and the power they emanate, marks the return of Underworld to a sound constituted by a raw power, especially before the subsequent "Beaucoup Fish" which had a more industrial soul, less aggressive and able to bring me back to a less modern essence of techno music. With the infinite doors of electronics Underworld reworked trip-hop in the second suite "Banstyle/Sappys Curry", and Autechre's music in the version "Anvil Vapre" in the best of the album "Pearl's Girl", with classic effects of rolled drum intertwined with a half rap that brings back to the only Warp-style moment, the satisfaction of listening to them in this guise is complete, the eager state of mind for simple noise is now satisfied.
I wanted to clarify that those who make music for themselves will always have satisfaction compared to those who move like a puppet in the hands of money-hungry major labels. Tricky, noisy, very techno and very dance track, the respect for Karl Hyde, Rick Smith, and Darren Emerson rises while listening to "Confusion The Waitress", it's liked by those who listen to the record as few listen to it reluctantly. The only letdowns are the final "Stagger" where the environment is one of calm flatness on spoken words, and the obscene "Rowla", distorted with extreme passion, it seems the maliciousness of knowing that wants to form you with its techno manifests not just occasionally, but throughout the track, let’s laugh about it since the perfect "Air Towel" arrives. What to say but a classic of techno music? Preferably listen to it with headphones for simply total and more precise sound involvement.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Banstyle / Sappys Curry (15:22)
If they don't know
And they don't know
Theyre gonna find out soon enough
Im so hot
As if that hurt
Did you wash it
Fester it around some
You don't even have to mind your own stuff
Bring in the marines
Ive heard so many other things
And it was all brown
With the suction ones
The ones that suck it up
And I don't ever do the eye
Till I did that thing
I bet you like a blue boost
Try a new noose
Loosen the strap
Where the two metal ends
Rest your head against the steel
Blow in to the tube
Show me your legs
Help me
Show me a pink smile
Walking up the aisle
Show me the things underneath your seat
Show me your tiny plastic soft drink
A song like a squealing pig
Like a train with wheels
In the dark with the lights off
Concealed
Im thinking of you still
White room
Little legend
Fishman nike man
Red stripe
Blue mercedes
Big dog salty man
Full moon rising
Old boy salty girl
Bunny girl happy shopper
Bouncing ball
City sun
Think I found the real stuff
I think I found the real stuff
White room
Little legend
Fishman nike man
Red stripe
Blue mercedes
Big dog salty man
Full moon rising
Old boy salty girl
Bunny girl happy shopper
Bouncing ball
City sun
Think I found the real stuff
I think I found the real stuff
White crumbs across your bed
Gray clouds cover bethnal green
White jeans black top
Nice shape
Cracks a blue bitch till
The son come sliding
Naked beneath the knee
Reflect black eyes
Your knee talking
I think I found the real stuff
03 Confusion the Waitress (06:47)
She said you can do anything you want.
She said you can be with anyone.
She said you can go anywhere you want
She said.
She said you can say anything you need.
She said you can be anywhere you feel.
She said just pick up the phone.
(confusion the waitress.)
She said don’t go dark on me again.
She said.
She said the silence in the silence
I see you my confidence
She said.
She said loophole how are you.
She said oh no once again the superstar.
She said he loves you but can you name me his children.
She said oh the God you lost again.
She said the colour of your boyfriend.
She said get out of bed. answer the phone.
She said in the belly of st pauls again.
She said goodyear rubber man.
She said I’m smiling with the sun.
She said two years is a small price.
She said loophole. how are you.
She said once again the superstar.
She said look at the size of it.
She said.
She said you can do anything you want.
She said you can be with anyone.
She said you can go anywhere you want
She said.
She said you can say anything you need.
She said you can be anywhere you feel.
She said just pick up the phone.
08 Stagger (07:37)
orange
orange
orange
in the mouth again
straighten
wearing stonewashed denim again
straighten
carrying something wrapped in plastic
straighten
curled on the blue velveteen again
straighten
straighten
siteless yellow highrise
bethnal green
straighten
corner tubeless dark and wet
straighten
ten tons slowly then again
straighten
with its glass eyes a blue formica halo
stainless steel between the fingers
straighten
pissed and leaning
ponytail
licking
colonel sanders fingers
the naming of killer boy
everythings going west nothings going east
straighten
theres no need to be so uptight
straighten
make up for all their messes
I could listen to you all day
what a laugh
cut me I bleed like you
ha ha
the naming of killer boy
cover your teeth
I love you
dont bite me yet
I believe in you
I found you shopping in europa
on wardour street
not phoning packwidth
guilty as sin
straighten
scratches on paper
pissed in a tube hole
straighten
smelling of deep-fried beans and whispering your name
tube hole wind in my face
thunder in gentle distance
reactor reactor do you mind
straighten
this is a random feature
random feature
this is a random feature
naming of killer boy
wired up
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