The catchy riffs and toe-tapping beats are there, but that's precisely the problem - stubborn in nature, with very little desire to change, they are just there.
It’s an intensely focused musical space, guided by a vocal delivery that seems simultaneously lethargic and passionate. Post-punk is rarely more unsettling.
There’s a lot to be said for the album's quirks, but when all is said and done, This Nation’s Saving Grace is in fact a great album in its own right.
Pretty much everything about Unknown Pleasures was, and continues to be, a total triumph in cathartic misery. It's a true classic.
With Harvey it feels like you’ve stumbled across the ad hoc performance of a travelling mystic. It’s black magic with a smile.
The album's all a bit clean cut, a perfectly pleasant smorgasbord of gothy synth pop which goes in one ear and out the other.
There is a huge amount of musical and lyrical ingenuity to enjoy here, with strong messages, jovial piss takes, and Joe Talbot as the megaphoned town crier.
Our journey had its ups and downs but we feel confident of where we ended up. Which is just as well, because we’re never putting ourselves through this again.