This album nearly caused tindersticks to split up early. Stuck in a marvellous rut, they couldn't see a way out. It's a dilemma that hangs over this record. On 'Curtains', Tindersticks are desperate men. Even more than usual, the relationships it describes are fraught with frustration and confusion....rented rooms, another night in....wanting more than what you have even though what you have is wonderful, not knowing why you've done what you've done. An end is somehow always present. Occasionally, it's awful to listen to. Doomy, raw, despite the lush arrangements and beautiful melodies. Staples seems to write very personally. The songs are intimate, introspective, slow and almost too lush....probably why they never really were that popular. They were never going to sell out 02. The words ask difficult questions about how to keep feelings alive and how easy it is to fall into the oblivion of sex, drink and obsessive behaviour. The music asks you to bathe in this feeling of almost romantic doom. It's the headiness of stale perfume, a sweet rot, attractive and disgusting at the same time. It's what they were best at. After this they tried to use Stax as an inspiration, but you never felt their heart was in it. Their heart's in this even though you can sense they wish it wasn't.