"It's no more complicated than Spirit. It's interesting what happened after the war with music and arts… In Europe [during the war], arts and music were used to further ideals, that the artists and musicians didn't share. There were people forced to make state marches, forced to glorify ideals they didn't really hold true, and the power of bullying had its most epic day. Post that, the album saw everybody throwing all the rules out. In that period of experimentation, classical music went through a very interesting walk, and when it came back, it seized on a different kind of experimentation, all of western art became more generous, and the most generous music is the stuff that rewards the listener the most. And I haven't found the same heart in any record other than those last two Talk Talk albums. They need to be listened to loud and they need to be listened to over and over again. And I'm stunned every time. How they make me feel is because of the generosity of spirit, it's like weaving spiders' webs from scraps. So delicate, so precious, but not a note or tone is uneventful."

"It was the first classical music where it really sounded aggressive and almost punky. I just love the formalism of it, and even when I think about it, I get shivers. It really sort of does something to me that other music doesn't. I just love the way there's no drums and bass, it's just a lot of people going at it really rhythmically and beautifully arranged. Also, the harpsichord is right. The first time I heard the music was on the Peter Greenaway film of the same name, and that would have been maybe 1989. I remember thinking the film was mental, but I really liked the music! Obviously he did a few others of Greenaway's, and they're all fabulous of course, especially Prospero's Books. It was fun to meet him [The Divine Comedy played with the Michael Nyman Band at the 1997 Edinburgh Festival]. He was a wild man, as they say over here. He certainly knows his own mind. He'd spend the rehearsals with his headphones on listening for Crystal Palace's results and trying to flirt with the cello player, and I love his spectacles, he's always got a good range of eyewear!"

"From the moment Lou Castel literally falls from the sky into the film, one knows that one has signed up for one darn crazy ride. Of all the films in the collection this is the one that spells y-o-u-t-h with the greatest virulence. It captures its never abetted sense of social claustrophobia and, its consequence, its recurrent fantasies of murder and mayhem. For anyone, anywhere, at any time, who uttered, “Families, I hate you!” this film should be the Bible. Nervy, hilarious, and bleaker than bleak, it manages to make you believe the impossible, namely that a filmmaker could take a trip on the Rimbaud side of the street and not come out looking ridiculous. And, as an added bonus, for those who want to understand the sixties beyond the banalities that are ritually uttered about them, every scene of Fists in the Pocket, with the convulsive beauty of its framing and composition, amply proves how much this period was made by people so steeped in classical culture that they fantasized it could be solid beyond its fragility, shaking it to the core and ultimately ushering in a world they could themselves hardly live in."