Tomlab TOM50. 2005
Often a record is ruined by gratuitous use of out of place samples. Take Tunng for example. Their first album, Mother's daughters and other songs, was great. Beautifully arranged simplicity. You get to track 5, Tale from Black, and wallow in it's loveliness, until two thirds of the way through when the gibbon with the sampler decides to shove in a sample of Connie Francis singing 'Who's sorry now'. Why? No idea. My balls head stomach-ward every time it comes on, and it ruins the whole thing. Fast forward to the next two albums in which the sample chap is given a bit more room to play in, and they're full of crap like that. Unneccesary electronic twiddles and cuts that spoil what could have been amazing.
Anyways, The Books use spoken samples from B movies and pulp TV all over the place, constantly, but it works. They construct songs using these as integral parts of melody and rhythm and they pull it off.
The two albums previous to this, Lemon of Pink and Thought for Food, are on the huge list of 'mp3s I have that I will get around to buying as I like them enough to warrant paying for them rather than deleting from the hard drive'
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