Let me take you back to the year 1995. Killer Instinct was released for the Super Nintendo, and it came with a black cartridge and an accompanying CD full of sweet jams that rocked every cheesy dance music cliche' of the 90s. If you were a fighting game nerd at the time, you had this CD, and you probably self-consciously rocked out to it either in your car or your bedroom.
LET YOUR BODY ROCK!
LET YOUR BOOY MOVE!
LET YOUR BODY JUMP!
TO THE KILLER GROOVE!
As the thread title says, it's over 20 years later and Killer Cuts is finally getting remastered and pressed to vinyl. You can buy it here.
I, however, am simply using this as an excuse to talk about this album and how shitty great it is.
I was a senior in high school when this came out and I knew enough about music to know that this was not good dance music. I have never not felt stupid listening to this CD, and yet I have never not had a total blast listening to it. When it comes to populist 90s dance music, all of the cliches were established by C+C Music Factory, and were then solidified, confirmed, and perfected in Killer Cuts. This is so bad it's awesome, and then so awesome it is bad. It's the ultimate shitty CD that you love.
Does it deserve a remaster and vinyl edition? No, but absolutely yes! I can't think of any album that I so simultaneously love and can't stand at the exact same time. It's so over-the-top, ridiculous, and cliche, and yet so infectious, fun, and danceable. I hate it. I love it. I hate it. I love it. Trying to hold a definite opinion of it is like trying to hold onto one of those water-weenie toys that slides out of your hands the tighter you grasp. If you love it in all earnest, than you are naive to how silly the whole thing is. If you hate it in all earnest, then you are a joyless individual who takes this too seriously. I love it, but I don't, but I do! GAHH!
Who else holds a copy of this in their collection? Who among us will admit that you sang along to the lyrics in your car, or that they got stuck in your head for days? Who among us will admit that they danced alone in their room with that "Killer Feeling!" to what I can only assume was simultaneously the most joyous and patheticly sad moment of your existence? Who among us will admit that this CD is still in their rotation 20 years later (fuck the haters)?