Upon hearing this through the tinny speaker of a clock-radio the other day, my early morning brain kind of wished I had actually stumbled upon some freak coincidence on a peripheral FM frequency where two songs coalesced into a unique, freak moment of unintentional mash-up that only I was hearing. When I finally heard Harvey’s latest offering properly over headphones I was disappointed that the universe had let me down again but glad to still hear the shamanic chorus of “let it burn, let it burn, burn, burn” (a sample from Niney’s hard-skanking track Blood and Fire) ghosting in over Polly Jean’s shoulder on this hymnal effort, equal parts opaque and apocalyptic. Delish.
Words: Ian Lamont
