Goldfrapp - 'Rocket'
Remember when the name Goldfrapp conjured up images of horses with glitterball heads? Remember when Goldfrapp scared the pants off you with their imperious, synthy glam rock? Remember when you'd see Alison Goldfrapp out on stage or even in a TV interview and you were never quite sure if she wasn't about to rear up and bite someone's head off with some previously-hidden mandibles...just like a preying mantis does?
Yeah, me too. In retrospect, it's hard to remember quite what was so unsettling about this lot in the first place. They made a trip hop album (five years too late), then they made a sexy synthpopglamrock album (enter the mirrored horses), then they made another one which wasn't quite as good (or felt like a repetition, which is always a bit disappointing), then they made a folkier, more pastoral album which restored their artistic reputation but didn't win everyone round.
Scary? Thrilling? Must've just been a trick of the light.
(Here isn't the video. It's official though!)
Now they're back, and having presumably exhausted the '70s as a reference point, they've moved on to the '80s, an era of big hissy synths, big echoey voices, and big, beefy pop songs. Ever seen the film Top Gun? This would fit right in. It coos and beckons sexily in the verses, Alison seductively mooing a regretful come hither over, well it's Van Halen's 'Jump' again, isn't it?
But just as the bedroom door opens and Tom Cruise starts to take off his leather jacket, Alison - who is wearing a pink jumpsuit, presumably cos she's just got back from a trip to the marshmallow moon - starts skipping about and singing about having a rocket that he, Tom is going to have a lovely ride on.
Now, I'm no expert in sexual imagery in popular song - still a bit baffled by Kelis's 'Milkshake', if I'm honest - but if a girl is singing about having a rocket, right, and then goes on to say that you, the listener are "going on it", and THEN explains that this is a journey from which there will be no return, well that's...I mean...it's like...how would that even work?
Second thoughts, don't answer that. And ignore all that stuff I said earlier about Goldfrapp not being disturbing any more. There is still a cold, leather-bound, black heart at the core of even their most sugary confections.