Underworld
Underworld - Crocodile lyrics
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Crocodile by Underworld, Music Video and Lyrics
Good song, Karl & Rick did it again ! Simple, hypnotic, Underworld is awesome ! Enjoy ! :)
Underworld is the principal name under which British electronic music duo Karl Hyde and Rick Smith have recorded since the late 1980s. The band is perhaps best known for "Born Slippy .NUXX", a track made popular in the hit 1996 Danny Boyle film Trainspotting. from wikipedia.com
Underworld - Crocodile Review
Interesting creatures are crocodiles. The passing millennia have left them relatively unaltered, only a few tweaks distinguishing them from their dinosaur-era ancestors. On the basis of this aptly-titled single, dance stalwarts Underworld are similarly uninterested in any notions of evolution. In the '90s they were dance pioneers, crashing headlong into the future, crafting computerised masterpieces that engaged cerebrally whilst revving the blood in your very veins.
However, this is not the '90s and 'Crocodile', the first single from their forthcoming album Oblivion With Bells, is no 'Rez', 'Two Months Off', or 'Born Slippy'. It is vacuum-packed dance music; music that is pristine and prissy, afraid to dirty itself with the stuff of life; sacrificing tune for texture, creating an atmospheric absence of soul. The palette of beats and textures is limited, the vocal filtered through a mesh of computerised glitches until it is blanched of humanity. The end result is hopelessly unobtrusive: a sterile, computer-sculpted wasteland on which nothing of real interest can grow. source drownedinsound.com
is that you? is that is that really you? to call between my lips two kangaroo fingers push through and scratch my back in rhythm slow foot slow fast waiting for a night to wrap around us i could go in there get some sweet stuff all these things in me (in me) all these things in me (in me) is that you? is that is that really you? to hold beneath my skin two numbers click between her touch when you pull me down into them rising and rising [through the inside of a glass eye painting] calling me in there get that sweet stuff all these things in me (in me) all these things in me (in me) vocoder stuff [did you walk around the stairs?] is that you? is that is that really you? to crawl between my lips two kangaroo fingers push through and scratch my back in rhythm slow foot slow fast waiting for a night to wrap around us i could go in there get some sweet stuff all these things in me all these things in me