Imagine you're Vincent Gallo and your girlfriend, Polly Harvey, dedicates a track to you on her new album. It's a morose guitar and harmonium instrumental called "The End", all of 80 seconds long. Straight after comes "The Desperate Kingdom Of Love", before the stomach-lurching honesty of "The Darker Days Of Me And Him". Gallo, you suspect, will be worried. Several plays may be needed before these musically bare-boned confessionals (stark riffs, occasional piano) take root. But when they do, it's hard to deny the emotional weight and beauty of Polly's personal, if comparatively uncommercial, sixth album.
Imagine you’re Vincent Gallo and your girlfriend, Polly Harvey, dedicates a track to you on her new album. It’s a morose guitar and harmonium instrumental called “The End”, all of 80 seconds long. Straight after comes “The Desperate Kingdom Of Love”, before the stomach-lurching honesty of “The Darker Days Of Me And Him”. Gallo, you suspect, will be worried. Several plays may be needed before these musically bare-boned confessionals (stark riffs, occasional piano) take root. But when they do, it’s hard to deny the emotional weight and beauty of Polly’s personal, if comparatively uncommercial, sixth album.