NOW this may sound like stating the bleeding obvious, but come April 28 there will be a few depressed fans of Portishead.
For the band's new album Third, the first studio outing since 1997's eponymous offering, is a massive departure from the acheingly beautiful trip hop that has become synonymous with their name.
Instead this is Portishead at their rawest - where before the Bristol-based band were brooding, now they are sinister, where before they unsettled now they outright menace the listener.
This is the sound of Portishead suffering a panic attack in an industrial estate in Dusseldorf.
This is the sound of Portishead sitting listening to Kraftwerk in a car being crushed into a teeny little cube by heavy machinery.
This is the sound of Portishead naked and seething in a cold shower after being winded by a burly man.
This is the sound of a band delivering the truly original, instant classic of an album they always promised they would.