It's been years and years since rock music was still important and had great relevance. Artists were not pop bunnies who sang with computer voices, but stars with guitars, poets, explainers of the world.
Today the spring fever comes and we hear PJ Harvey's work "Rid of Me"
"Dry' was a nice record, but still far away from what I call a good work. With 'Rid Of Me' I'm a small step further. But even with the current album I'm still far away from the result, which I would describe as satisfactory." That's what PJ Harvey said 30 years ago when she introduced "Rid of Me." A small woman with shiny long black hair and a murderous voice. One of whose virtues is modesty.
Of course, the pale English woman's self-assessment has nothing to do with reality. There were critics who rated their second album as a milestone in rock history shortly after its release. Understandable. Because what PJ Harvey has to offer in her one-woman show simply deserves the title "phenomenal".
On P.J. Harvey's second and wildest album to date, sexual fantasies are her big theme. Be it the "hysterical" female ones (the obsessive title number and unforgivable accusation "You Leave Me Dry") or the "dominant" male ("Man Size", which is arranged with a string sextet) and not to forget the rude boast of size in "50 Ft Queenie".
Their women's rock in the unruly slanted sound has a variety of causes: anger, humor, sadness, love, aggressiveness, fear. The radical siren turns her inner self outward and doesn't stop even when it comes to revealing intimate preferences. "Yes, I sing a lot about these things," she admits openly. "Preferably about all kinds of sexual perversion." Rough and scratchy gutter blues from the emotional state of emergency.
👍 !PGM