I loved the music on PJ Harvey'sDry, but half the wordsseemed pretty stupid. You know how women are--the compelling stuffcan also be hyperemotional, self-indulgent, all that. So I sworeI wouldn't let her sneak shit past me next time. Only, well, youknow how women are--I love the music onRid of Me(Island) twice as much. I mean, she could be singing Adrienne Richouttakes for all I care. This spectacularly unvirtuosic record isso raw and loud and intense and headlong that the guitar gods aremaking room for a goddess even as we listen. And while I can't tell you exactly what the songs mean, I'll vouchfor the tone, which ain't for milktoasts. This is a woman obsessedwith male sexual power (fine, right?) until the man misuses it,at which point she wants it for herself (oops). A few lines outof context, where I found them: "You were going to be my life,""I'll make you lick my injuries," "Douse hair with gasoline," "Letme stroke it," "Bend over Casanova," "I'm 20 inches long." I call that bracing. If you call it daunting, maybe you'd best avoidShanté'sThe Bitch Is Back (Livin' Large) as well.Whether she's dissing other distaff rappers ("Suckin' dicks andturnin' tricks to get a quick fix/While I was puttin' dope hitsin the mix") or putting a price on her pussy ("It's all about thegimme-gimme/You say you want to get with the slimmy but Joe yourjimmy ain't goin' in me"), she proves herself the hardest of thehard. And she's got beats to match. Fast Cuts: Kanda Bongo Man'sSoukous in Central Park(Hannibal) is a propulsive introduction to the high-energy soukousof the man who modernized Africa's predominant dance style in themid-80s. The Auteurs'New Wave (Caroline) is a tunefulintroduction to post-postmodern cynicism, U.K. style. Playboy, Apr. 1993
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