“Sensual Seduction”
by Snoop Dogg
(Geffen)
The video for this extravaganza depicts our hero in various costumes
honoring the synth-funk slow jams he came up on as a young pup, and
it’s ace, simultaneously tongue-in-cheek and a fun play-acting
exercise. Hearing Snoop croon his way through a straightforward makeout
ballad is certainly a mindfuck, though he does so well enough. The real
twist comes when you hear the MP3 and it turns out the song is actually
called “Sexual Eruption” (“Orgasm,” Snoop helpfully overdubs 20 seconds
before the fade), and that he’s back in coarse voice swearing on the
hook intended for bro-downs. Your move, R.
“Hercules Theme”
by Hercules and Love Affair
(DFA/EMI)
Idly checking MySpace the last day of November, I saw an offer from
DFA Records on the bulletin board for a free MP3 by Hercules and Love
Affair, the nom de disque of producer Andrew Butler. H&LA’s
“Classique #2″/”Roar” 12-inch, from September, features scrumptiously
abstracted vocals over rubbery-timbred dark house. But “Hercules Theme”
is something else entirely. A friend refused to believe it was new:
“They found this in a thrift store.” From the squelchy bass line to the
sharp decay of the high hat to the zinging strings, this is the most
precise, exacting replica of underground ’70s disco imaginable, a kind
of son of “Sessomatto,” the first release on the legendary NYC disco
label West End. The Boy George-ish vocals smear into the violins, but
the horns own this number, especially in the second half, when they
huff and puff and blow your house (music) down.
“Year of the Pig”
by Fucked Up
(What’s Your Rupture?)
By contrast, this song by a Toronto punk quintet just blows your
house up. It takes its time doing it, too: 18-and-a-half
minutes. Yet it never drags—its slow build doesn’t just guide you
by the hand to a turbo breakdown; it’s an attraction in itself. When
the band make a sudden stop about five minutes in, their swift reentry
is a relief—we want to know where this thing is going. Straight
to hell, it turns out: Father Damian, the Drano-voiced singer, plugs
the ugly into the pretty parts, and he’s right on top of it when things
break loose around the seven-and-a-half-minute mark. There’s
unrelenting tension throughout, whether they’re slowing it down and
revving it into a straight-up krautrock groove, or swerving that
motorik drive into the hardcore junkyard. Needless to say: fucking
epic. 