Bloodsport by Sneaker Pimps

how, despite what anyone says, I actually really like this album

When I initially set out to buy a Sneaker Pimps album, I wasn't going to buy anything but Splinter. Nevermind I actually had to order it, I wasn't going to settle for anything less. This probably came from the influence of friends who said Bloodsport was not nearly so good, and whom are also prejudiced against Kelli-whatever-her-name-was. So I got myself Splinter, receiving it early one morning to sit by the stereo and spend an hour just listening, and loved it immediately.

Weeks later, feeling low and resorting to the usual trick of buying myself a CD to make myself feel better, I went against recommendation and bought myself Bloodsport.

First few listens, I didn't think much of it, and even perhaps agreed with the idea that instead I should've got something else. I was disappointed.

But that was just the first few listens. Bloodsport grew on me. Helped along by the title track, it grew on me. I looked forward to certain songs, and grew used to the others, even enjoying them. It is pulsing music, and you could feel Chris Corner is actually singing to you. Perhaps it doesn't have the eretheral atmosphere of Splinter, but it has its own charms, and is better for when one is in a bad mood. It calms you.

It's not a perfect album, but I don't think it deserves the degredation it often receives. Not talking to anyone in particular here... but it's not that bad.