As if Let England Shake weren't a record momentous and spellbinding enough already, by the time the impatiently aroused bugle fanfare of The Glorious Land harnesses Jean-Marc Butty's gallivanting, expressive rhythms every last scarcely visible hair on the back of the neck stands to attention, wavering in startled chill. It's palpably warm within the Royal Albert Hall, yet the songsmithery of great British heroine PJ Harvey is intensely bone-shuddering, her latest compositions as comfortable in its vast, annular expanse as antique tat on a dusty, burnt-out fireplace. There may be no "stinking alleys" in [...]]]>