Wire's really underappreciated: their first 3 albums cast a line through taut punk-adjacent noise and on through catchy prescient 80's/90's-underground post-punk sounds, all by 1979.
Tortured, angular, industrial, noisy, joyfully romping, glistening with synthesizers and smiling menace, packed with contradictions. They're right there with Talking Heads as straddlers of art and hooks. It's not quite as fun, nor as interesting, as the Heads' best stuff, but there's something less arch, something more natural about this album that I like - a weird knot of sound pouring out inevitably 4/5
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