Not only did Scott 4 contain the greatest frequency of magnificent songs (among other songs that were, of course, not much less than magnificent) of any of Scott Walker’s first four records, but they were all his. Those with strutting rhythm sections don’t take away from the gorgeous slower cuts, neither do they overshadow his perfect singing or sparse moments of instrumental melancholy. There isn’t an album quite like Scott 4, Walker’s finest record before everything turned stranger, less idyllic and more avant-garde.

Scott Walker 

"a man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened" - Camus