January 10th, 2008


"Sade, donnes-moi..."

I can't believe Enigma's seminal first album, MCMXC A.D., is now seventeen years old. I remember listening to it a whole hell of a lot throughout the 1990s, as I reckon a lot of people did. Their follow-up albums, though good, never quite resonated with me the same way as this one did. For all intents and purposes, it was an instant classic.

And now it's seventeen years old. If it were a person, it would be driving now and looking at colleges. Or already in college. Jesus.

I hadn't listened to it in ages, so today I decided to pop it into the boombox and listen while I took a shower (the morning shower, oddly enough, is where I tend to do most of my regular music listening). I was struck by two things:

1) It's still damn good. "Curly M.C." knew how to put a song together using ambient sounds (rain, horseshoes on cobblestone), modern rock instruments and neo-classic Gregorian chanting. At the time, I'd never heard anything like it. In fact, I still haven't.

2) It's even more repetitive than I remembered. "Curly M.C." puts basically the same drum beat behind every song, and though I suspect his intent was to create a trance-like state in the listener via this beat repetition, by the time I finished the CD I was aching for change: "Please, Curly, program something different into the drum machine! I'm begging you!"

It was a pleasant visit into the past, though, hearing MCMXC A.D. again. I'm tempted to pull out my other Enigma discs and give them a spin now too.

But how seventeen years could have passed between the first time I heard it and now, well, that I just can't wrap my head around.