The greatest living rock performer? It's hard to think of any of her peers who've managed to keep their live shows both physically thrilling and smart. Or of any rising combo who wouldn't pale beside her. When other legends (say, Lou Reed) recite poetry mid-set, it's embarrassing and hubristic. When Patti does it, it's as electric as the best guitar riff. Others spout ideological platitudes, Patti makes you volunteer to assassinate Bush right now.
You might be expecting this to be a car crash of a second album, an anachronism long since superseded in relevance and sonics by the likes of Dizzee Rascal. But A Grand Don't Come For Free is in fact an extraordinary thing—a concept album, possibly the first garage opera, with a storyline that magnifies the frustration and decay captured so brilliantly on 2002's Original Pirate Material.
The story details a particularly ruinous week in Mike Skinner's life; focusing on the loss of his £1000 savings, his broken TV and the collapse of his relationship with his girlfriend.
