Since this is going to be my first post, I suppose I should explain how this is going to go.
I am going to write about whatever album I am currently obsessing about. Every once in a while, I might do a FLASHBACK sort of deal where I talk about an album that I have previously obsessed over (give me a second, Kid A...), but for now I am gonna do this. To be honest, this whole blog ordeal is going to be more for my own documentary purposes since I do not anticipate that there will be any sort of regular readers out there.
About a week ago, I wanted to listen to a really dark album. That is just what I was vibing at the time. So guess what album I picked. If you guessed Mezzanine, you would be wrong. I chose Pornography by The Cure. Great album. I listened to it once and decided that it wasn't quite what I was looking for so I listened to Mezzanine again. Now, I have always liked Mezzanine, so I knew it was a relatively safe bet to go for. This time, however, I was more enamored with it than I usually am.
Though I would posit that there is not a bad track on the album--even the ambient "(Exchange)" I find hypnotic--there are certainly a few that stand out above the rest. "Angel," "Risingson," "Teardrop," "Inertia Creeps," "Dissolved Girl," "Man Next Door," "Black Milk," and "Group Four." Shit, that is almost the whole album. OK, if I am being extraordinarily picky, you can chop the last three off, but really those ones belong there.
I guess Brent DiCrescenzo of Pitchfork Media originally described this album as 'light-absorbing,' an adjective I will stand by. It does have a certain metallic, almost titanium-like sheen to it that makes it feel almost like a sonic black hole. The song structures are more dense than what you may normally expect from a trip hop record or even a Massive Attack record, for that matter. After having listened to this one, Blue Lines, Protection, and Heligoland, I feel comfortable saying that I think this is their best work.
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