Rolling Stone
13th May 1999
'Essential Recordings of the 90's'
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PJ Harvey - To Bring You My Love.

After playing the bride stripped bare on Dry and Rid of Me, Harvey turned her gender to more glamorous, subversive advantage on To Bring You My Love: lipstick and form-fitting red satin; the enriched, coital knotting of guitars and keyboards; the confrontational lust in her singing. But the results are strictly tough love - words and music of flame-broiled majesty (the distortion on Harvey's voice in the title track sounds like she's singing through hellfire) and surging, obsessive need. 'Rock & Roll' was originally a black-American euphemism for fucking; To Bring You My Love is a rock & roll record about getting fucked over, executed with the vivid, harrowing elegance of something very close to autobiography.

PJ Harvey - Rid Of Me

As Butt-head so eloquently put it, 'This chick is weird'; Polly Jean Harvey strode out of the English countryside to make the air-guitar record of the decade, exorcising her demons in fierce, funny songs that sometimes even had melodies. On Rid of Me, she summons the thunder of classic Seventies rock with help from producer Steve Albini. Harvey wails about that not-so-moist feeling in 'Dry', proclaims herself 'king of the world' in '50-ft. Queenie' and raises hell in 'Man-size', putting her leather boots on to go stomp the whole planet into submission.