Rapture, The - album review
Pieces of People We Love (Vertigo)
The Rapture pretty much invented what people laughingly refer to as ‘new rave’. Punk funk, pulsating basslines, brass and fuzzed guitars; the scrawny illegitimate offspring of Madchester and Iggy Pop. Their last album spawned the monstrous, infectious ‘House of Jealous Lovers’, and here they almost recapture that moment on the soon-to-be-classic ‘Get Myself into It’. But despite the dancefloor throb there’s a darkness; these are nights in the seedy nooks and crannies of New York’s clubland rather than the day-glo world of the Hippodrome. Ragged vocals contrast with the party-up cowbells and pounding beats. Another raw yet funky dispatch.