When James Murphy checked Human League in his legendary Losing My Edge list, do you think he meant Don't You Want Me? Or...this? This icy, artsy, harrowing deadpan incarnation?
I'm guessing the latter. Its hookless coolness's right in line with the kind of joking-not-joking shit that list rubs elbows with. This's post-punk stripped to its bones, Gang of Four without the hooks, the kind of emptiness Steve Albini would envy. It's not any fun, but it makes an impression, a horror-drenched look at the onrushing 80's, a hyper-early look at industrial mechanism 3.5/5
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