Choose techno. Choose Electro. Choose Epico House. Choose a rumbling bassline. Choose Underworld.
Replacing 2003's now incomplete collection, "A Collection" and "Anthology" are, in effect two parts of the same whole. I despair though, of the release strategy for this. To obtain every song on this wonderful release, you have to buy both the single and triple CD versions. The new, post-Barking, 2011 recordings, including "The First Note Is Silent", the Eno colloboration "Bee Bop Hurry", and the download-only, unheralded 2009 single "Downpipe", are only on the single disc, remixed/edited "Collection". The single disc version is also the only place you can find any version of "King of Snake".
For a more comprehensive overview, you need to plump for the full length mixes and broadband version that is triple-set of "Anthology". Or, if you're like me, you have to buy them both. To the casual fan, it doesn't really matter which one you go for. They've all got "Born Slippy" on.
Certainly, there's wonderful bursts of chemically-enjoyable breathless pop with "Scribble", the under-stated slink of "Crocodile", and following a mid decade absence of five years from the record scene - punctuated only by the odd vinyl, Japanese only live album, or soundtrack release - we drift back to "Two Months Off". "A Collection" concentrates on the big numbers, "King of Snake", "Jumbo" (bafflingly, a miniscule hit at the time, the pop equivalent of a 'sleeper hit'), all capture the way a big night might sound the morning after. Not the chemical rush, the crash of eyes, the brush of skin, the moment your nose fills with the smell of her midnight hair as you stare to the ceiling, and you dance, dance, dance, and wonder could this be love? Could this be The One? Who knows?
The words surround and enscapulate, capture the confusion, the waitress, the red and yellow, the lager, the lager, acid ted, blonde boy and this is now and here and all happens around in your ears.And if you are listening to this on your iPhone at the station, or walking down the road, or even doing the washing up, whilst our bodies may be here, in Meatspace, we are all somewhere else, dancing in our minds, grabbing a cab home with a stranger or a lover, the music, and the gentle sound of a Sunday morning. And this is where, like The Shamen and so many others, where Pop met the dancefloor.
Certainly at one point, Underworld, like New Order, Depeche Mode, Orbital, and everyone else, changed - and became dance music for people that didn't go dancing until dawn anymore. But did this hurt us? No. You cannot remain the same forever : let that crown of thorns sit on the heads of AC/DC , who have remain frozen in some kind of musical amber since 1977. The joy, the power of this, the importance of this is not just how they were, but also how they are now, how they have tracked their lives, changed and evolved and grown up and become something else.
As "A Collection" races backwards, the listener is faced with the odd sense of the record speeding up - faster, more intense, as we race to the end. But it doesn't really matter. The cutting, sawing, heart racing "Cowgirl" doesn't mean anything, but in this rush of noise and confusion and clusterfudging, it means everything.
In either case, the music is unquestionably strong. "A Collection" is more for the pop fan looking for a short and quick hit of glorious pop.