On May 15, 2013, ex Sneaker Pimps founding member and vocalist Chris Corner performed in Hollywood with his long-active side project IAMX. The vocals of Chris Corner are not those that take a bit of “getting into” or “sitting with.” They grab you by the collar from first breath, and he’ll be damned if he lets you go.
If you know me, you know I don’t listen to albums, or artists per se. I listen to songs. Corner being the musician he is, however, was not taxed to persuade me into giving the entire latest work a go. Taken from The Unified Field (Independent, 2013) “Screams” has turned out to be one of those seemingly austere tracks that I soon after discover is that which comes along for me only once every few years.
I could not describe this process and reactor if I tried. The first time this tortuous process of being entangled, slain and gutted by a tune occurred in this magnitude was stumbling across Kenna’s “Hellbent” from New Sacred Cow. The next was ‘Narc” from Interpol’s Antics. It is something about the lyric content, but it demands so much more than that-it is what it does not say. The songs that taunt me in this way have always proven a tease and a muse altogether-I cannot and will never get my fill. Though they do not endure as my favorites of all time; they are my most forever seductive. I will never be rid of them.
For some, this song is a trigger. For others, it is a haven of relief from desperation. For me, it is a history. It is the pain and release of many years past and the present driven into one. It is that minute when the artist has striven for a lifetime to express such a precisely unattainable expression of events, and crumples in fatigue in the just realization that she no longer must-someone else has carried that burden.
I give you Screams.
Every night she closed her eyes
Every night she turned afraid
When the sex dripped on her lips mixed with teardrops
Daddy’s little girl became erased
When she crawled across the sheets onto the A-list
The attention took her tension away
In the company of wolves there is no sympathy
We feed on the remains
And I hear screams
I hear screams like the victim for the first time
I hear screams, I hear screams
In the city of angels she lay
Skin soaked in the chlorine and the cocaine
No love will sail her over this dirty ocean
If she returns, she returns to pain
For her the safest place is here
Between the porno and the company of her deepest fears
In the strobe light we embrace her like prey
She just rises into the aether
Wake up, daddy’s little girl.
“He whispers in our pleasures and shouts in our pains.”