If Aretha Franklin suddenly decided she was only gonna record PJ Harvey songs, the results would sound like most of this album. Liquid kicks off with a bunch of powerful, lascivious soul-rock pounders- Be My Lover and Personal Touch being two of the catchiest and most entrancing. Naomi then shoots off into darker territory. Some of the subject matter (death of mother by cancer, systematic sexual abuse by family member) sits uncomfortably with the lustier numbers ("you had me in the palm of your hand...teasin' me with treacle"). I guess this sort of shock juxtaposition was intended. A variety of musical styles are on show here, dance, blues, country-fied balladry- all mastered and held together by Naomi Phoenix's voice. It is a magnificent instrument- thick, rasping and bluesy but at times very intimate and affecting. Quite lovely, overall.