She's at it again, Kristin Hersh. Reinventing Throwing Muses as 50 Foot Wave. Their debut, the first of a series of nine-monthly 'mini-albums', blasted me along the dual carriageways between Borders and Tescos tonight. Yes, I'm living on the edge.
It's probably the worst kind of driving music, the sort that brings out the worst; dark, brooding - Hersh amped-up, open-stringed, her gravelly roar at high intensity. But there's always something oddly vulnerable about her music. Hersh songs are not rockist escapism, they're inscapes. Which disturb and redeem in equal measure.
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