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.