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I like to pretend the four albums are an intentional chronology for a night of being quite out of my head. 'Felt Mountain' is cool, distant, glamorous in an icy, retro sort of way, sort of setting preparatory time apart from so-called everyday life; it clearly marks a break, to me, and hints at all sorts of shiny promises to be fulfilled.
'Black Cherry' lays it right out, the shape of things to come. From the opening line of 'Crystalline Green', you know you're on the upswing, and it's going to be a hell of a sparkly, sexy rush of a ride. The album ebbs and flows in a way that reminds me of fumbling about for that mix of the personal and the chemical, the highs being sleazy and fun, the lows just enough time to catch your breath and look forward to the next roller coaster ascent.
'Supernature' is the glorious, time shifting apex of total excess, when even the normally banal ('Satin Chic', I'm looking at you) is something smooth to be viscerally grasped and ravaged. I'm sure my love of the glam colors my perceptions a bit more than usual, but honestly I don't care, and will continue to think about half of this is written just for me because Goldfrapp and Gregory finally got my love notes.
'The Seventh Tree' is all about sunlight, the return to self with a soft overflowing of compassion and only enough energy to lie back and love everything. It's antipodal, in my mind, to 'Felt Mountain', but in a very good way. |
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