A Split - Second ‎– A Split - Second



Flesh 3:52
On Command 4:39
Check It Out 3:35
Rigor Mortis 4:50
Scandinavian Bellydance 5:24
Burn Out 3:37

Versions (7)

Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
WAX 050 A Split - Second A Split - Second(LP, Comp) Wax Trax! Records WAX 050 US 1988 Sell This Version
WAXCS 050 A Split - Second A Split - Second(Cass, Comp) Wax Trax! Records WAXCS 050 US 1988 Sell This Version
WAXCD 050 A Split•Second* A Split•Second(CD, Comp) Wax Trax! Records WAXCD 050 US 1988 Sell This Version
TVT 7050 A Split - Second A Split - Second(CD, Comp) TVT Records, Wax Trax! Records TVT 7050 US 1993 Sell This Version
OLD GOLD-036-MX A Split•Second* A Split•Second(LP, Comp, RE) Contraseña Records, Old Gold (3) OLD GOLD-036-MX Spain 1996 Sell This Version
CON-102-CD A Split - Second A Split - Second(CD, Comp) Contraseña Records CON-102-CD Spain 1997 Sell This Version
TVT 7050, TVT 7050-4 A Split•Second* A Split•Second(Cass, Comp, RE) TVT Records, Wax Trax! Records TVT 7050, TVT 7050-4 US Unknown Sell This Version



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December 3, 2005
edited over 16 years ago
referencing A Split•Second, CD, Comp, WAXCD 050

In the heady days of industrial, there also existed, mostly in Belgium, an offshoot of EBM -- new beat. A Split-Second were one of the standard bearers of that sound, and their self-titled album is perhaps the best distillation of their work. Besides, back in the day, I danced to the creepy beats of "Flesh" and the catchy synths of "Rigor Mortis" -- almost as recognizable as the first notes of Front 242's "Headhunter." And while those are the two tracks that make the album as a whole worthwhile, "Scandinavian Bellydance" is a slinky proto-trip hop number, despite the fact that they're going to tear your rhythm down, while the quasi-Oriental chords of "Colonial Discharge" add a fearsome elegance. There's a martial theme going on with the lyrics -- but it seems to fit with the general proceedings. Obviously, not all the songs have aged well, but the ones that do bring a fond memory of when clubs thrived on nothing but this stuff.