A bone fide classic, wherein MBV came out from under the shadow of the Velvet Underground, Sonic Youth and The Jesus And Mary Chain to forge one of the most accomplished guitar LPs EVER.
Incorporating the Cocteau Twins' swooning dreamscapes and Public Enemy's industrial funk (yes! - long before 'Glider' they were highly influenced by PE's 'Yo! Bum Rush The Show's churning, grinding beats and FX) along with a highly innovative use of microtones (sounds in between standard notes and chords made by bending their guitars' tremelo arms) Isn't Anything's songs aren't 'about' love, sex, emotions but SOUND AND FEEL LIKE love, sex, emotions - a veritable wind-tunnel of hyper-sensitised moments in and out of love and lust - this is what French philosopher Roland Barthes would have written his famous essay 'The Pleasure Of The Text' for if he'd been a music journalist - 'it cuts, it crackles, it comes - that is bliss'.
This music feels like the emotions coursing through your veins and nervous system, approaching but resisting the urge to dissolve completely into ambient abstraction, just as we all resist the urge to succumb to schizophrenia and death in our struggle through life. My Bloody Valentine's Loveless and Isn't Anything are two unique musical adventures that transcend any redundant stylistic ghetto that they may have inadvertently spawned.
(And for the record, I listen to as much music - avant-rock, electronica, classical, 20th C orchestral etc - as I have time and money to)