Unsound Methods

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Fecha de lanzamiento: 27 de octubre de 1997

Este álbum fue grabado en el estudio de Alan, The Thin Line, en Sussex, Inglaterra, durante septiembre de 1996 y marzo de 1997. Fue producido por Alan Wilder con asistencia y coordinación de Hepzibah Sessa y producción adicional del ingeniero de sonido Steve Lyon. Mezclado por Alan Wilder con asistencia de Paul Stevens y Simon Shazell.

Es el cuarto álbum de Recoil y el primero desde su salida de Depeche Mode ocurrida en junio de 1995. La música es muy diferente a la de grabaciones previas. De acuerdo con Alan, “el sonido recuerda más al tratamiento que tuvo Songs of Faith and Devotion pues combinó montones de fragmentos tocados por un instrumento y su sentimiento inherente. Estos fragmentos fueron sampleados y secuenciados utilizando toda la tecnología disponible, para (quizás) lograr algo más interesante que el sonido de una banda tocando en vivo.”

La declamadora Maggie Estep, una vez más Douglas McCarthy, la corista en Songs of Faith and Devotion Hildia Campbell, y Siobhan Lynch participaron como vocalistas en Unsound Methods, lo cual contribuyó a una producción mucho más diversa y original.

Incubus

Every time I think I’m gonna wake up
back in the jungle
Every minute I stay in this room
I get weaker
Each time I looked around
the walls moved in a little tighter

I’ve never seen a man so broken up
ripped apart
They say my name is death
I’ve never seen a man so broken up
ripped apart
But I’m alive, I am alive
I’ve never seen a man so broken up
ripped apart
I am born ten thousand times
I’ve never seen a man so broken up
ripped apart
Ten thousand ways, I’m alive     I am the shadow
I am the evening come
I am your greatest fear
Your greatest love

Born in ten thousand ways
for each and every day
I am alive

I am the victim of lying morality
and so, I am beyond caring
I am born ten thousand times
in ten thousand ways
My head swims in spoilt mothers milk
I am too alive
There are too many of me,
too many to kill
They’re in my head
They know my name
My name is death but I am alive,
I am alive
Arriba

Drifting
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray

Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I’ve done
For I am stupid, I am poison
I take this one
and I taste the tracks
I taste the tracks
of the waste in my head
and you face me instead

I must be drifting somewhere
I held in my hand but it’s hard, so hard to see reason
The burning is here, is only here to follow through

But here it is harder than a screaming fist and I hate it
It’s dark behind your smile and I can follow through

Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I’ve done
For words, like bullets they know when to come
And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks
Of the waste in my head and you face me instead
Well ignore me and everything I said
For I am stupid, I am poison.

I held in my hand but it’s hard, so hard to see reason
It’s dark behind your smile and I can follow through
I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the track of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
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Luscious Apparatus

Carla was on her break from the
graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table,
there was a toxic orange moon
and it was slightly cold
Carla took out her knife and began etching
random words into the table’s surface
Then, she thought of her co-worker Jack
Carla liked to think of Jack
as a luscious apparatus
He was meaty but graceful
His flesh seemed folded onto his body
like a suit made of meat
Carla started to think of Jack as a
luscious apparatus in a meat suit
Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile
Her mouth was small to begin with
but dreaming made it even smaller
That’s just how some people are,
their mouths get smaller with dreams Carla’s small mouth was dreaming
as her knife began carving a poem into the table
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun
but what I like best is the worship
of a luscious apparatus

When Carla was done carving
she went back to her work station
and scooped shiny white goop into jars
That’s just how some people are,
their mouths get smaller with dreaming

The next day Jack took his own 1am lunch break
at the same picnic table
He noticed the poem carved into the wood
Although he didn’t know who had written it,
he coincidentally thought
‘Luscious Apparatus’ aptly described him
So he took out his own knife and wrote
‘luscious apparatus was here’

After a few days both Jack and Carla
happened to sit at the picnic table
at the same time
They both started to look
at the things carved in the table
Then they looked at each other
They knew who each other was
Carla’s mouth got small and dreamy,
Jack’s eyes got round and hot
When they got done
with the graveyard shift
They went back to Jack’s apartment
and had sex
Wordless sex, slow sex,
fast sex, talking sex
Sex like animals have,
sex like boys have, sex like girls have
Sex upside down, sex inside out
Sex with grins, sex with tears
Sex, sex, sex Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack’s bed
Jack picked the knife up And Carla knew at once
that Jack’s wounds were from carving himself
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself
and now he wanted to carve some in her
This was where she drew the line
She’d have any kind of sex but not with a knife
When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up,
Jack felt cheated and misled
He felt that by carving a poem in the table
Carla had been begging to be carved upon
Carla didn’t see it that way at all
She got up and started putting on her clothes
Jack went nuts, he was coming at her with a knife
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating
Then, because she was small and could move fast
she ducked and Jack tripped and fell
and impaled himself in the arm with his own knife
He howled and howled and Carla got the hell out of there fast

Carla didn’t think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that
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Stalker

I can make a perfect picture from a voice
Her serenity oozed into my ear
It didn’t take long for her to know me
and I knew it felt good
Pick me up and use me
Pick me up and use me she was saying

You are nothing
You are nothing without me
You are nothing
You are nothing without me
If I am taken,
you think that you can live again
But you are nothing
You are nothing without me
You know I’m here for you,
right here for you
See I am the punished one
She, she took all the glory
She took everything,
everything I had to give
Sucking it out of me
But I am always gonna be here
because I am the punished one
She took everything,
She took all the glory,
everything I had to give
Sucking it out of me

You are nothing
You are nothing without me
You are nothing
You are nothing without me
If I am taken,
you think that you can live again
But you are nothing
You are nothing without me
Without me, you’re nothing
Arriba

Red River Cargo

Lead me on through the night
Take my hand, precious Lord
And lead me home

Take my hand, precious Lord
Lead me on through the night
Take my hand, precious Lord
And lead me home
Arriba

Control Freak

A girl who can’t shake off the smell
of a man she met but didn’t know well
She thinks she feels him in her skin
She thinks she sees his sideways grin
She sees him on the street by chance
Follows him as if entranced
Gets on a train that he gets on
A girl like this she is possessed

She sits two seats behind his own,
can hear him sigh, a little moan
She wonders what he’s thinking of
as he removes his right hand glove
She notices his hand is strange
as if the bones were rearranged
She thinks of what she’ll say to him
She hears it playing deep within

You’re all I need to get high The man jumps to his feet just then
Slips out the train and round a bend
She almost loses sight of him
Shuts her eyes, thinks of his skin
She catches up just as he goes
into a bar and down below
to where cases of wine are stacked
There is no light, it’s nearly black

You’re all I need to get high

He turns around to face her then
his right hand seems to claw the air
She doesn’t know why she came here
She doesn’t know what possessed her
Sweat’s running down her spine
But then he breaks into a smile
that lights up his whole face
And then he starts to laugh and laugh and laugh,
And then he says “I’ve thought about you
since that day we met but barely spoke”

They start to kiss
He rubs his hand inside her tight’s inner band
She shivers up against him hard
She reaches inside of him far
But then she stops, she pulls away
She starts to go and he tells her “stay”
But she walks determined up the stairs
She sways a bit, she flaunts her wares She’s got him where she wants him now
She knows he’ll follow hard
and how anything she says will go
Any yes she’ll turn to no
He follows her outside and says
“Hey wait, don’t go, stay here”
She turns around and sneers at him
and walks away for days

Arriba

Missing Piece

I wanna write myself
on the walls of your heart
Because the knot that holds us
altogether throws us all apart
I’m gonna stop myself
before I say something true
Because the answers
that roll from my tongue
are nothing to do with you

And I hold a piece up to the light
Hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set
Found a person I’d not met
Hold a piece up to the light
Hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set
Found a person I’d not met

Sometimes is a lonely place So tow me over to the light,
The sound, the sound it is in sight
Found my heart was contained within a cell
Found my heart in this tuck-a-way-me world

I hold a piece up to the light
Hold a piece up to my eye
Found a missing piece from my set
Found a person I’d not met

Sometimes is a lonely place

Sometimes I held the missing piece

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Last Breath

There’s a song that tells you
about the sounds you hear in the night
The animals crying because they’re hungry
and the child crying at night
because he’s hungry and lonely

So take my hand
And walk this land with me
And walk this lovely land with me
Arriba

Shunt

There’s blood on the line.

Arriba

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