sometime in 92 my view of women in rock went from one of pure indifference to unabashed rock hard cockery. the change of the starchiness in my lower extreminties was all due to miss polly jean harvey’s monumental debut, dry. dry was pure aural sex to me. it was everything i never knew i wanted out of a record. this was like nailin some chick that might not have bathed in a week, but still wanted you to do the deed - if you comprende? it was/is dirty and dangerous. on the flipside, liz’s exile, released a year later, was like your high school girlfriend, a lot of talk but very little action. dry was and is everything that exile is not, pure raw passion which very few records can touch.
i have only seen pj once and that was many moons ago, but i remember that for a woman that is quite small she sure as hell gives off a persona and presence that is greater than her stature.
here she is live in cologne, germany on april 29, 1995.
1. the dancer
5. dress
6. teclo
7. c’mon billy
9. hook
10. harder
11. naked cousin
12. driving
13. 50 foot queenie
14. legs
15. long snake moan
16. goodnight
