The Holy Bible has been variously described as the darkest record ever/music to slash wrists by /the one that was really depressing and went on about annorexia, the Holocaust and prostitutes and horrible things. Pretty accurate assertions, really, considering this is what the album is actually like. Thats not to say it is bad, however; each track is brilliantly executed, both lyrically (Richey Edwards' finest/ worst hour, depending on your point of view), and musically (a complete departure from the over baked slickness of "Gold Against The Soul"), with over distorted guitars and uncomfortable melodies - and James Dean Bradfields' voice at its most raw since their (very) early days. Why this version has the four extra live tracks I don't know (they barely fit the climate of the studio tracks) but thankfully the original album remains unchanged, so I suppose it's a bonus, really. Get this album, but hide the razorblades....