GOLDFRAPP'S recent "Black Cherry" album was so steamy that most of us needed a month's worth of cold showers to calm down afterwards, so the idea of the sexual tension being upped again is not good news for the faint-hearted out there.
"Twist", though, does that. Already one of the most predatory tracks from the album, it's presented here in even sleeker, hellishly suggestive suroundings, with the machines and Alison's come-hither vocal all climaxing perfectly. Ooh and indeed err. Damn it, even the low-riding disco hi-hat pattern sounds positively lascivious. Besides, it's kinda difficult to misinterpret lines like: "Put your dirty angel face between my legs and knicker lace", ain't it?
And that's just the start as a downright filthy version of "Yes Sir, I can Boogie" (originally by dreadful sub-Abba pair Baccara from 1977) erm, follows through in its' wake. Initially it sounds like it's gonna get a blanked out Grace Jones-y kinda treatment a la "Warm Leatherette", but by the time its' been subjected to all kinds of elctronic wibbling it's collapsed in a rutting heap on the floor. Bloody hell. It's getting hot in here, isn't it?
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So, against all odds, when decorum re-instates itself, with a live and stately rendition of first album treat "Deer Stop" from Goldfrapp's landmark Somerset House gig back in July, it's something of a shock to the system. Here Alison sounds as spooked as you like while the Tindersticks-y vibes and string arrangement caresses and carries her along beautifully and you remember Goldfrapp were initially preccupied with putting the E into ethereal rather than the X-rated into sex. Phew!
All pretty damn erotic and evocative then, but I think I'm going to pass on the oysters for lunch, though. Enough listens to "Twist" and suddenly the idea of other aphrodisiacs seems rather redundant.
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