Friday, September 5, 2008

Sneaker Pimps - Splinter (1999)



I can't decide whether this one or 2002's Bloodsport is my favorite SP album (Becoming X doesn't get a spot on the ballot because Kelli's voice doesn't even compare, even with her stellar take on the Prodigy's "Firestarter"). Bloodsport is rougher, rawer, fitting some smooth honey into the grooves carved by Chris Corner's sex-voice. Splinter is quieter but just as intense, opening with the at-first-forgettable-but-terribly-compelling-after-half-a-dozen-listens "Half-Life", to compare with the shock-you-into-listening, Bowie-referencing "Kiro TV" of Bloodsport.

Splinter is easier to file with Corner's IAMX project, I feel, because the general subject matter (i.e., want, desire, lust, sex sex sex and want) and you can hear it floating above the music like a smoke cloud or a heat haze.

Anyway, tracklist:

01. Half-Life
02. Low Five
03. Lightning Field
04. Curl
05. Destroying Angel
06. Empathy
07. Superbug
08. Flowers and Silence
09. Cute Sushi Lunches
10. Ten to Twenty
11. Splinter
12. Wife By Two Thousand
13. Diving
14. Unattach

Particular attention should be paid to: Half-Life ("bee-sting touch", what a delicious image/sensation), Lightning Field, Curl, Flowers & Silence, Diving

on mediafire, 99.26 mb zip file.

songs from under the floorboards

HELLO GOOD GENTLEPEOPLE, and welcome to yet another music-sharing vanity project on the interblag.

First up: this blog's namesake.

"A Song From Under the Floorboards" was first released in 1980 on Magazine's The Correct Use of Soap:

I am angry, I am ill, and I'm as ugly as sin
My irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it

This is a song from under the floorboards
This is a song from where the wall is cracked
My force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I'm proud as hell of that fact


Here are three versions:
01. Magazine (original)
02. Morrissey (this is such a Mozzer song, isn't it?)
03. Strange Boutique (possibly my favorite of these three. Miranda Richards just does something with it.)