Lately, I have been listening to PJ Harvey. Copiously.
Rid of Me. Setting aside Nirvana's In Utero (no prizes for spotting the common denominator here), I'm struggling to think of an album that rocks more than this. I mean properly rocks. In what I like to call a real-full-on-you-sound-like-you-are-properly-on-the-edge kind of way.
The choice of opening track ('Rid of Me') is bang on. It encapsulates pretty much everything the album is about. The production is inspired. As is the fact that PJH makes you wait through 24 bars of cycling palm-muted guitar and brushy drums before singing the first line.
Rebecca and I were talking about Albini's production, last night. There's definitely the sense of being in the rehearsal room with the band. Especially if you listen to the record on headphones (and - oi! - I mean good headphones). In the dark.
... Just don't do the above if you're planning to drop off to sleep straight afterwards.