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Blood, Women, Roses [CD]

Skin Audio CD
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  • Audio CD
  • Number of Discs: 1
  • Format: CD
  • Label: Product Inc.
  • ASIN: B003Y5F0FI
  • Other Editions: Vinyl
  • Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 595,366 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

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Catalogue number CD PROD 4 on the Product Inc. label with a five page fold out front insert and the following tracks: 1> One Thousand Years, 2> Cry Me A River, 3> We'll Fall Apart, 4> Still A Child, 5> Come Out, 6> The Man I Love, 7> Red Rose, 8> Blood On Your Hands, 9> My Own Hands, 10> Come Out (Vocal Dub), 11> The Man I Love (Live).

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4.0 out of 5 stars SPOOKY BLUES 25 Mar 2011
By Pieter Uys HALL OF FAME TOP 500 REVIEWER
Format:Audio CD
The debut album by (World of) Skin, released in 1987, is a collection of brooding lullabies, chilling hymns and eerie incantations. Piano, keyboards and drums dominate the orchestral arrangements although cello, strings, violins, viola and double bass - contributed by guest musicians - appear on certain tracks.

Besides the covers Cry Me A River and The Man I Love, all songs were written or cowritten by Michael Gira whilst Jarboe performs all lead vocals. A dark hymn with segments of spoken vocals, One Thousand Years, opens this disquieting album. Cry Me A River receives a particularly chilling interpretation where the voice ranges from a girlish soprano to a droning contralto over slowly undulating rhythms.

A collage of edgy drumbeats and what sounds like trumpet blasts follow on Come Out, while We'll Fall Apart has a majestic orchestral arrangement in which Jarboe's voice reaches new levels of intensity. Sinister gregorianesque backing vocals and echoing drums open Still A Child, after which the instrumentation settles down to chiming keyboards that accentuate the bluesy delivery.

The Gershwin song The Man I Love oscillates around striking piano patterns in delicate tinkling textures and thundering bass registers. Then, in Red Rose, soprano leads are juxtaposed with contralto backing vocals and ghostly sighs charged by atmospheric keyboards, a spectral sonic sculpture arhythmically disrupted by reverberating clangs and crashes.

The blood-curdling lullaby Blood On Your Hands is the only track not arranged around keyboards.
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5.0 out of 5 stars "Why?" 22 Oct 2011
By Dr. Delvis Memphistopheles TOP 100 REVIEWER VINE VOICE
Format:Audio CD
Her first solo album released along the same linear path as Children of God. An ice to the fire of an impassioned plea to the Lord who fails to hear the cries of the dammed, it's a personal construct of two extreme polarities; animus and anima.

This has a glacial stillness, delineating a cold world war where living, frozen, statues that lie both supine and vertical, gently shed their life in flakes, trapped in endless glittering melting crystals. This quietly intones into those fixed permafrost worlds, the piercing cry of somnolence, breathing cold air into a frozen blood red river. On the other bank the Hades choir of lost tormented souls coo their still life chants into quiet laments for the trapped bodies to finally emerge.

This was her moment for Jarboe to shine, instead she ripped of her shirt and showed a trapped heart that stretched into an infinite darkness by silver threads. Peering within she sucked you into her world bereft of unnatural warmth, as head, shouders and body were ripped from the safety of a comforting picture of attachment into one composed of dread.

These are quiet songs of despair, more structured than her later work as they have a verse and chorus.

She offers only herself as solace within this frame, and her words could either be seen as a guiding hand or gently, pushing down, on top of the crown to aid the final release for a furrowed brow, that looks up into her eyes and is still asking the question "Why?"
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