In 1998, there was a special release in the Netherlands: The Pinkpop Edition, which included a bonus CD with four live recordings ('God Is a DJ', 'Bring My Family Back', 'Do My Thing', and 'If Lovin' You Is Wrong') from the Pinkpop festival of June 1998. In 1999, Sunday 8PM was one of twelve albums to make the shortlist for the Mercury Prize. The album reached number 10 on the UK Albums Chart. The album contains the hit singles 'Bring My Family Back', 'Take the Long Way Home', and 'God Is a DJ'. 'eurotrash.Sunday 8PM is Faithless' second album, released on 28 September 1998. I felt the tickle of her hair against my neck, a warm breath fluttered in my ear and a single whispered word made me draw tight, seeking my own inner warmth, protection from what she said. The scent of patchouli filled my nose and I knew hippie chick was near. It might have been real, or it might have been a dream, but I recollect something. It lacks verve, takes no risks, and smells worse than my stinky britches.Įventually I wound up in bed. I like house, but this shit is weak, sounding like the least interesting or engaging house this side of 1989. Here's the dope: the first four tracks hold up, the rest of the record is beat.

The rain hissed outside and hippie chick smiled at me. I laughed, cheated some more, and reflected on my disappointment with the record. My friend turned to the speaker and mocked, 'This is the time on sprockets when we dance,' his hands gaily twitching from under his armpits, his cheeks sucked in, his gaze, as always, penetrating. I perked my ear up, and indeed, we were listening to exceptionally vapid eurotrash. He fixed his gaze- which is indeed penetrating- upon mine and said, 'This is pure eurotrash, man.' When you put a penetrating gaze and a deep comment like that together, y'know whatcher got? A review, my friend, a review.ĭespite my initial delight at the first couple of tracks, which could be likened to Blue Lines- era Massive Attack, I could feel only horror when I realized that his penetrating gaze concealed an stoic musical erudition not often seen. Penetrating Gaze Man was not so reserved. She smirked, threw cards, and smirked some more. Hippie chick was characteristically silent, not reacting positively nor negatively.

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