A Certain Ratio: Sextet (Factory)

THE A CERTAIN RATIO anatomy of melancholy breaks down to a curdling rattle of bones, distant whistles, a few whispered words and a trickle of flat trumpets seeping through the floorboards. It's too unsettled to sooth, yet not desolate enough to be dismissed as abject misery. Their melancholy has a positive edge that works its blues – check those woe-filled horns! – up into an exorcism of bad feelings and cold city dirt.