The Fox et al have this little blurb written about Underworld, and I’m slightly too lazy to do much writing for myself at the moment:
Eleven albums. Two film scores. Two books. One 18-hour set. One television show. One tragically born radio show as they sat in for John Peel. One legendary musical crescendo in cinematic history. Relentless covert digital releases and a terrifying roll call of singles.
Underworld became one of the most crucial electronic acts of the 1990s via an intriguing synthesis of old and new. The trio’s two-man frontline, vocalist Karl Hyde and guitarist Rick Smith, had been recording together since the early-’80s new wave explosion; after two unsuccessful albums released as Underworld during the late ’80s, the pair finally hit it big when they recruited Darren Emerson, a young DJ hipped to the sound of techno and trance. Traditional pop song forms were jettisoned in favor of Hyde’s heavily treated vocals, barely there whispering, and surreal wordplay, stretched out over the urban breakbeat trance ripped out by Emerson and co. while Smith’s cascade of guitar-shard effects provided a bluesy foil to the stark music.
Tickets still available here for $43.50.. (ouch). If this is your thang, it’s gonna be a good show and a good theater to see them in.
(Side note, I saw them when I was working at the Warfield last year [or was it ’07?] and it was a damn fun show).