Star rating: ***** It may have taken 13 years for Polly Jean Harvey and composer/producer John Parish to follow up their debut collaboration with the just-released A Woman A Man Walk By, but the result is already an album of the year. Live, the crazy, mixed-up collection of martial, garage-band psychodramas, junkyard blues, skronk and heart-shattering balladry from both records is even more thrilling. With guitar amps lined up, Parish and a trilby-hatted trio look louchely competent. When Harvey walks onstage, barefoot and raven-haired, wearing a little black dress and a slash of red lipstick, a spellbindingly devastating alchemy between all parties occurs.

Star rating: *****

It may have taken 13 years for Polly Jean Harvey and composer/producer John Parish to follow up their debut collaboration with the just-released A Woman A Man Walk By, but the result is already an album of the year. Live, the crazy, mixed-up collection of martial, garage-band psychodramas, junkyard blues, skronk and heart-shattering balladry from both records is even more thrilling. With guitar amps lined up, Parish and a trilby-hatted trio look louchely competent. When Harvey walks onstage, barefoot and raven-haired, wearing a little black dress and a slash of red lipstick, a spellbindingly devastating alchemy between all parties occurs.

Much of this is down to the virtuosity on display in a show that opens with orthodox rocker, Black Hearted Love, but veers from a whisper to a scream via banjo-led dementia, ukulele elegies and the ethereal vaudeville of Leaving California.