You know that feeling you get when your foot is on the brake, and the car is still sliding into the intersection? That bolt of nervous energy, the claustrophobic, bullet-time prayer, the "how the eff did I get HERE, this is IT" feeling? To borrow a phrase from a friend describing hearing Portuguese Love for the first time, when I REALLY heard That Hump, time. stopped. Anyone who has ever struggled with an addiction can feel her tears on this one. And to put Telephone (which I spent 3 days on alone) right after this one? There's more raw emotion between those two songs than I've ever heard on ANY album. This woman is surreal.