This compilation of 12 of the divisive Goldfrapp’s most successful songs did two unexpected things to me. One of the two is that I am re-enthused about the duo’s music. Ever since attaining sentience I’ve despised the very presence and notion of ‘Greatest Hits’ (anywhere outside the realm of bona fide, unambiguous Pop – Where its cynical, vacuous presence is apt). Goldfrapp’s ‘The Singles’ reintroduced me to the duo whose debut is still deeply cherished in my curious, dangerous little music collection. From ‘Felt Mountain’s sensuous, suggestive title to its (then-) novel marriage of stark, metallic electronica with warm instruments, to its array of musical styles – traditional European folk, waltzes, yodeling, and operatic strains – all elegantly traversed and slipped together, it was something gorgeously new. And purring behind it all, the hum of sex.
Goldfrapp are deeply, darkly sexual – from eyebrow-raisingly erogenous lyrics to subliminally charged visuals, all delivered with wit and sophistication.
I was so appalled to hear the dance-floor specific second album ‘Black Cherry’, I basically ignored most of their subsequent output. Silly I: ‘The Singles’ carefully represents both sides of Goldfrapp; in such a way as to reveal that they are complementary – merely two distinct Moods. Premier tracks ‘Yellow Halo’ and ‘Melancholy Sky’ looking to the future, intricately meshing both sides.
Get it and be happily Frapped.