This is the one that'll stick with you, grow on you, grow in you. This is the one that'll move you and groove you, that'll haunt you and hold you in its desperate grasp after one spin turns into 10 back to back. It's a disc of stark contrasts and stark-raving contradictions, barely tempered punk with Disneyland detours (closer "City of Quartz," which sounds like "Stay Awake" sung by a nodding-off junkie) and even a little jungle-boogie funk ("Desperanto," with Cave, furiously shakes its ass to a rabid saxman's squawk) sung by a woman whose new friends "help me shape my crooked features," as she sings on the unbearably catchy Harvey tune "My Friends Have." The love songs are filled with hate, the melancholy moments wear a grin and even the happiest tunes wield unexpected fury. Don't know whether it's all meant to be optimistic or a downer, but Marianne Faithfull doesn't mind dying for our sins, over and over again.