Everything around this Scottish’s trio’s only album radiates sadness. Dot Allison‘s mournful croon, the country-tinged songs of intrigue and suspicion, the dark chamber dub production of Andrew Weatherall in his first full album production role… And it’s all compounded by the fact that record company and interpersonal wrangling, and pressure on the record to be a pop success, left it surrounded by bitterness and recrimination, and the band never followed it up. But it remains, now just as much as when it was made, incredibly beautiful: hopes, dreams and love just as much part of its makeup as the darker emotions. The word “bittersweet” could have been invented for Morning Dove White.