No.19
in the Best Of 2003 Top 20
Someone wake Nina up, she's talking in her sleep.
It sounds like she's having a nightmare. Her voice
is purer than the most carefully driven snow. Her lyrics
are so poignant, sad, beautiful, witty, honest and simple
that you'd think she's been doing this forever.
She has a knack for a beautiful melody that would make
Thom Yorke hang his head in shame. Yet this is as morose
a collection of songs as you'll hear all year. Gone
are the feather-light melodies and Spartan arrangements
of Dogs and The Blackened Air, replaced
by thick string quartet throbs and an unrelentingly funereal
pace. Only the penultimate "On Teasing" indicates
any remaining interest in the light touch. A beautiful
disappointment.
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