. . . that 200 odd reviews haven't already said? This is an album of brilliant, beautiful noise.
I'd forgotten just how good Kevin Shields in general, and this album in particular, actual was, until I saw 'Lost In Translation' and thought the music was oddly familiar. And that, of course, led me back to 'Loveless,' which proved to be every bit as good as I remember it to have been.
In some ways, this is a difficult album to the uninitiated. The mixing is, admittedly, not what you'd expect on a standard pop album (which this most certainly is not). The vocals are near-indecipherable. The guitar is all blurred together in a cottony mess. The beat is somewhere off in the distance.
And it works. Every last bit of it works. It's all one glorious, psychedelic, hazy mess of an album. It's like listening to Teenage Fanclub through five feet of steel wool. It's the sound of something numinous and terrible, just over the next hill.
In short, it's worth your time and money. Give it a spin. Then give it five more.