A nasty little pleaser, this album, every song with its barbs, all pointed at your vital bits. The Manics do not love you. And yet, they make such good rock and roll, with that stomping energy, that offkilter tunefulness, all The Fall shouting and gloomy, angular post-punk guitars, and shoegaze washes, they draw you closer and closer.
Saying that this album has "hooks" is a more appropriate than usual - these things are sharp and not altogether pleasant, and in you come, into the heart of songs that don't tell you about the horror and despair, just gesturing at to shapes behind curtain, letting you assume the worst. A thrilling, difficult, listenable album that I respected more than I enjoyed 3.5/5
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