Showing posts with label amazonian inaccuracy. Show all posts
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11/11/2015

Bloodsport - Sneaker Pimps

Track list:

1. Kiro Tv
2. Sick
3. Small Town Witch
4. Black Sheep
5. Loretta Young Silks
6. M'aidez
7. The Fuel
8. Bloodsport
9. Think Harder
10. Blue Movie
11. Grazes

Running time: 53 minutes
Released: 2002
This album I remember as being full of really vital songs. Great tunes, but not necessarily a great album. I always contrasted it with Splinter, which was a far more cohesive experience with good, but not so great, individual songs. I don't quite know whether the anger and fire I remember as fueling this record will still give me a kick these days, now I'm not so young anymore. 

The staccato opening to Kiro TV remains fresh in the memory, and the nasal, edgy tone to Chris Corner's voice really sets the track off. The chorus is better than the rest, it seems to climax, come together in a synergy greater than the sum of its parts. In the verse its functional but dull, but with the injection of a bit more life and an extra effort or two in the singing it lights up. Grubby underground club film scene, side orders of sleaze and a certain type of movie-influenced sexuality. The confluence of factors works, whilst never leaving me comfortable listening to it.

Midweek. Busy week. My only night here at home, after a day of isolation working from my front room. And I just watched the first episode of Ben Whishaw vehicle London Spy on iPlayer. The only option for a listen and this - as well as being next cab off the rank - is a good fit. Sick uses strings and a guitar loop in place of the club-like sounds in places, a lighter touch to the music but not to themes. This is not happy positive stuff at all, but urgent and evocative. A sense of antipathy and misanthropy drips off every word, a feeling reinforced by the musical structures.

That restrained hate gives Bloodsport a vitality, an angst and a purpose that I really like in my music. It isn't screaming rage, its contained, let out with control to create something. Its a positive expression, harnessing negative emotion for effect. Whether deliberate, or just something I am inferring from the strain in his voice and the dominant tones in the construction I couldn't say, but I remember having this exact same reaction back when I first heard these songs, and having the same positive opinion of the disc. The guitar wobble in the hook of Black Sheep adds a sense of loneliness to the track, even as layering of the vocal builds a sense of a wider world. It strikes me as a very effective combination for the song, isolating and ostracizing. I really couldn't have stumbled onto a more appropriate album to listen to this evening all told. The song itself is one I remember liking but despite liking the effect outlined above, I find it a little flat as a piece of music tonight.

There are electronic beeps ending one track and making a seamless transition into Loretta Young Silks, which actually has a rather off-putting vocal staccato effect I don't remember. Once the song proper starts that fades away, thankfully, and its a head-noddy nothingness. Until, that is, the chorus hits. Like Kiro TV before it, the chorus just injects a sense of hurt, of being wronged, of disdain, into both the music and the vocal that the song takes off. The three choruses are certainly enough to drag the track up to a point where I would consider it the high point so far.

There is a significant shift in tone then. M'Aidez is a strained vocal, but the musical theme is much, much lighter, floating. There is still a darkness lurking there, but it has the impression of being to this album what How Do is to Becoming X. I suppose it works to cleanse the aural palette but I am not sure it is needed and as it goes on I am getting more and more thrown out of the appreciative mood that I was in at the end of the prior track. Thankfully it is a minor misstep; The Fuel is pure energy. The tension comes back in the second it starts, but it takes until the rhythm really establishes for it to generate the pure driving momentum I remember the track for. I see visuals of someone forcibly walking through crowds on dark, rain-swept back streets, fighting past exposed metalwork, dudes twice their size and dangerous ladies with far too many piercings. Always moving, always bobbing. I don't see it as vehicular movement, but constant personal flow. It's really hard to sit still and type with that bass. I really like this track in case you hadn't worked that out, despite never having been into the club scene, and particularly not the kind of club scene I imagine when I hear these kind of tunes.

The title track bleeds off the excess movement. Whilst still tense it is much more introspective and almost soft by comparison despite the heartache of the lyrics. "Love is just a blood sport" is a pretty epic level of cynicism that I used to share. Now I just feel too far removed from the sentiment in anything other than a familial sense to comment - I am far less bitter about this than I was when I was in my 20s. The track is catchy enough but at five and a half minutes it feels like it drags on a bit too far, so I am happy when we tick over to Think Harder. This track has the pace and energy of The Fuel, harnessed differently. It's less tense, less pent up, more act of release, the solution not the question, and - ironically - act, don't think. The image it generates is more of a chase, making snap decisions to escape. The cognitive dissonance between the image I get from the music and the content of the chorus lyric is a minor barrier, and does not impede my enjoyment of the tune.

It comes to a rather abrupt stop though and the last couple of tracks are less energetic. The sense of misanthropy returns with Blue Movie, which makes me picture a broken society living in run down neighbourhoods rather than anything even remotely sexy despite the obvious pornography references in title and lyrics. The whole piece falls flat for me, and there I must refrain from making poor taste jokes given the lyrical content. Why Amazon, from whence I pulled the track list, had the last track as "Crazes" not "Grazes" I don't know, but such things are easily corrected. This track I like despite it not having the urgency, the energy or the power of the higher tempo tracks. There is still a spirit of injustice and an air of hurt in the vocal, but the music is lighter. It remains grounded where M'Aidez floated a bit too much, a solid central structure and return to less open lines forgiving the somewhat overwrought soaring in the vocal come the chorus. I had forgotten the sonic discomfort that followed the first chorus, but it serves to offset the looseness in the long syllables and held notes. Its the simple but catchy percussion that sells the track though - strong enough to come through and create the structure, but light enough not to dominate the parts laid over it.

Overall? It's not quite the string of stellar tunes that I perhaps considered it a decade ago, but I still really like parts of it. They feel appropriate, they engender strong responses. The weak points are less forgivable than they were, and I still reckon it isn't a patch on Splinter, but it will be years before I get to cover that on this project and who knows... by then I'll probably have forgotten the whole bloody disc or only like Country or something. There is no such thing as a fair comparison in this space.

16/09/2014

400% Dynamite - Various Artists

Track List:

1. Bongo Herman - Chairman of the Board
3. Prince Buster - Girl Why Don't You Answer
4. Barrington Levy - Under Me Sensi
5. Lloyd Robinson - Cuss Cuss
6. King Tubby - King Tubby Dub
7. Dennis Alcapone - Cassius Clay
8. Honey Boy Martin - Dreader than Dread
9. Toots and the Maytals - 54 46 Was My Number
10. General Degree - Pot Cover
11. Paris Connection - Who's That Lady
12. U-roy - Stick Together
13. Lyn Taitt - Soul Stew
14. Granville williams Orchestra - Hi life
15. Cimarons - We Are Not the Same

Running time: 44 minutes
Released: 2000
A compilation which I can only assume must have been a gift at some point. Missing track 2 (Tenor Saw & Buju Banton -  Ring The Alarm Quick) for some reason. Ho-hum.

54 46 Was My Number becomes the first track to feature twice in this play-log, which is probably going to be the most noticeable thing about this post.

I suspect casualties here before I begin, and the first track confirms that will be the case. It is just not my cup of tea. I am hopeful of find something worth keeping in the midst of this somewhere though.

I am not sure that I can find anything interesting to add about this - good nor bad. I have already spilled a few of my feelings on reggae when listening to Toots and the Maytals, so I do not want to re-cover that ground. My opinion of the music is not that low so there are no interesting rants, negative dissection or similar to share, and I am not positively enough engaged to generate commentary. That said, I quite like Under Me Sensi - it presents with a more engaging style and whilst it is a little too repetitive for my case, the "woah" vocal has a charm.

When that song ends, I get a surprise. The ordering of tracks in my library is not as per the list in the caption here (which was pulled from Amazon) but I am not about to rearrange it now. Maybe the tags got screwed somehow. 

I am pleasantly surprised by what I am hearing though, and 5 tracks in, only 2 are for the chop. 54 46 will get added to this (I can no reason to keep a second version) but the album is shaping up better than expected. I recognise King Tubby Dub from plays that came up on library shuffle previously and it is another keeper. I think the bass is slightly lighter than on most of the Jamaican music I have been exposed to over the years, and it makes for a more pleasant sound in my book. Personal taste, and all, but apparently enough for me to have previously "loved" it on LastFM. I cannot say the same for Dreader than Dread, which I just find dull, or Cassius Clay which feels bland somehow for a track about one of history's greatest sporting icons.
In my minds eye Pot Cover would be so much better if it was actually a cover of Pot by The Phoenix Foundation (from Buffalo) - that would be one hell of an interesting song to see done in different styles but keeping the charm.

It seems that the Amazon listing even gets a track name wrong. "Soul Stew" should be "Soul Food". I feel that I should change this, but if I do I would also feel compelled to sort out the ordering too and frankly I cannot be bothered with that faff so I will instead leave the error there.

As the album draws to a close I feel that actually it worked in general. Compilations are actually pretty decent windows on styles when you are not familiar with them, and shifting from artist to artist tends to make each track sound different. Comparing this listen to 20 Massive Hits it comes out favourably, as the Maytal's best of ended up feeling much more samey. I have kept 8 tracks in the end, discarding 6. I am happy with this paring down.