Thom Yorke and PJ Harvey sit in New York and contemplate their doomed love and suffer, and it’s all terribly stylish and sexy. What really makes the song crackle, though, is the fact that neither one of them had sung this way about sex before—and haven’t really done so since.
By 2007, PJ Harvey had released six studio albums, which ran the gamut in style from explosive blues-punk to near-industrial electronica to soulful pop rock. To the surprise of all…
“I very much wanted to write songs that shocked,” PJ Harvey recently told Spin about her early career. “All I wanted to do was shock with my artwork. When I…
It may be hard to believe, but neither you nor your favorite ’90s albums are teenagers anymore. To celebrate the 20th (!) anniversary of PJ Harvey’s seminal sophomore effort Rid of…
From Novels to Notes is a new blog by journalist Johnny Garcia chronicling songs inspired by fiction or poems. It’s still getting started, but it looks promising: there are already…