Late TVPs at their best. A huge personal favourite too. Dan Treacy has never sounded so depressed and defeated ('All My Dreams Are Dead'!), but his crushing sense of LOSS is, sad to say, our GAIN. Eschewing the dense, darkling drug-fug of '84's The Painted Word, the band tighten up their attack and bask in brighter, crisper production (care of Phil Vinall) resulting in a jangling misery-mod epic that's also probably their most mature and sustained "pop" offering. Essential purchase!