Breath Control

En hurtig søgning på mit højtelskede internetnick for et par år siden, fik mig til at falde over og hurtigt for Recoil. Jeg havde aldrig hørt om dem før, men det ændrede sig ret hurtigt.

Musikken er lidt ambient rock'et med et strejf af electronic. Jeg har aldrig været til netop denne genre, men teksten og titlen "Luscious Apparatus" fangede min interesse. Jeg blev endnu mere overrasket over, at det ikke var electronic i traditionel forstand, men eksperimenterende intrumental med en sindssygt sexet kvindestemme i forgrunden. 

Teksterne holdt kun min interesse fanget, og tit læser jeg dem, bare som digte, når jeg har brug for et "chill down my spine". 

"Luscious Apparatus" var mit yndlingsnummer i begyndelsen. Senere hen faldt jeg over "Breath Control", som bare giver mig gåsehud - på mange forskellige måder. Hver gang jeg hører det, opdager jeg nye detaljer i sangen.

Sammenspillet mellem teksten, musikken og stemmen er formidabel, og i min optik, går de op i en højere enhed på så mange punkter, at meget lidt kan måle sig med dem.

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Recoil - Breath Control

Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style. I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes." And so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn’t quite prepared for. He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch." I like how the skins look on your white hands. I’d like you to deliver one of my demands." He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle." I sat astride his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it’s just breath control." He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back. He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It’s just breath control. Just breath control. I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up, I felt something creep up like a taste for this. Like a reward. A kind of love, a kind of lustmord. It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn’t coming up again. I held on for twelve. I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still, I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand. "It’s just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. I sat aside his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill. It’s just breath control. Control, control, it's just breath control, control, control. When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. He said, "I know you’re looking for something that’s hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind." And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face... "It’s just control.