Artists have every right to push themselves and explore new territory.
In doing so, she abandons her normal vocal range, heading up the register considerably. That makes for a very different beast than I’d been used to, and enjoyed.
The album is a slow, moody, contemplative set, but one I find limited joy in. I completely understand that this is Harvey exploring the outer reaches of gothic land, and thus is supposed to be all eerie and other-worldly, but frankly I find it all too distant, dreary and a tad precious. I could cop a track or three of this material but a whole album just grates.
I prefer my banshees to be more in your face and less sneakily haunting.
File under: I prefer cheese