The cover says it all. Emotions laid bare, defiance incarnate, grimy and harrowing, Rid of Me is a listening experience unlike any other. The closest comparison is probably Nine Inch Nails' The Downward Spiral, except where Trent Reznor's main instruments are intricate sonics and technology, PJ Harvey's weapons are more primal -- Harvey's versatile, devastating voice; a battery-acid guitar sound and technique; volcanic songwriting; and a backbreaking backbeat. Three-chord angst doesn't come on stronger than on title track "Rid of Me", starting off as a faint whisper but plowing into an energetic monster in the veins of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" come chorus time, drummer Robert Ellis supplying a degenerate scream ("Lick my legs, I'm on fire") that sounds like it came straight from a Richard Kern film. And as angry as Harvey is, she backs it up with punk hookery aplenty; "50ft. Queenie" could have been a Ramones hook in all its simplicity and raw adrenalized power, and "Rub It 'til It Bleeds" sounds like the unholy child of Nico and R.E.M.
The album code is : ODI192770