this album is known in official circles as a trip-hop album, but it really does stand alone. Lesley Rankine brings the attitude and daring of such past projects as Pigface and Silverfish, and lets it flow out in a celebration of a woman's sexuality. trip-hop--I'd say not--more like trip-punk--she doesn't have the "trained" voice typical of most trip-hop divas, but rather her singing is like the grit and core of her feeling and femininity coming out raw, and thats what makes it so alluring--if this was morcheeba's skye edwards or even portishead's beth gibbons, this album would lose 90% of its power--this is straight from the gut, but still has the beauty of femininity blooming like a flower-------the music made by Mark Walk to accompany Ms. Rankine is matched exceedingly well to her voice--this album isn't suppossed to relax you, it isn't suppossed to bathe you in melancholy--it grabs you, frightens you, slaps you with the funky rhythm that is sexuality--its an onslaught of the feminine sexuality that has been trapped, suppressed, enslaved for a lamentable portion of our recent history--the pressure has finally built up to breaking point, and is being released with explosive force--and the funny thing is...its catchy as hell, fun to listen to, equally great for the dance floor and the bedroom--it came out a long time ago, and I am surprised every time I listen to it with how fresh it sounds