1) The Blackeyed Susans, "By Your Hand". I was so sure the first McComb-less album would be basically perfunctory apart from his one contribution; it's how things have panned out historically, all the way from Other Voices. Fortunately, I was proven very wrong, and reminded that there are plenty of fine songwriters around, even if only a few are truly great. All that said, this is still probably the best song on the album, and I suppose a reminder that this is after all one of rock poetry's greats at work. Unquestionably a member of his canon of perfect love songs, with the same ring of truth as "Every Gentle Soul", but in the opposite direction. It's only human nature that when this is playing, one thinks it to be the only direction worth contemplating.