Monday, 23 January 2017

917. Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea - PJ Harvey

This is the PJ Harvey album I know best, and I listened to it a lot when I was in my late teens. A lot. But I probably hadn't heard it in its entirety for about ten years, so playing it again was like putting on some once-discarded-now-refound-jeans that fit surprisingly well, and remind you of a simpler time, that didn't seem simple at the time.

This album was Harvey's breakthrough to the bigtime, and won the Mercury Music Prize in 2001. Her fifth record, it was a much more consistent record than her earlier work, and whilst it may have lost some of the vitriol, it showed greater consistency. The songs are primarily written about New York, although some hint back to her time in the UK. The story-telling is compelling, and the variety of tracks is impressive, showing the many facets of Harvey's song-writing. Many have labelled it her finest album; no mean feat given the strength of Let England Shake, which also features in the 1001 list.

Big Exit is a bold brash opener that is pretty confrontational, and the guitar-organ combination is pretty compelling. It's a dark and foreboding intro to an album that seems to explore life in all its forms. Good Fortune is one of the stronger albums lyrically, with some powerful imagery surrounding escaping ones own fortune. A Place called Home is a full bodied song that reveals different elements each time you hear it. From the light acoustic guitar, via the strings and stereo panning percussion to the organ, it just doesn't let up. Beautiful Feeling is a bit too slow for me, although Harvey's voice is beautifully haunting. The Whores Hustle and the Hustlers Whore is not only one of the great song titles of the 21st Century, but again it shows the depth and variety of instrumentation that Harvey confidently employs. Whilst it is the guitar and vocals that drive the song, and I'd be interested to hear an acoustic version, I love the onslaught of noise. This Mess We're In is a stunning duet with Thom Yorke that I had previously overlooked off this album. It is utterly beautiful, and highly appropriate looking at the current global political picture. Kamikaze is a fantastically angry song, with an achingly good guitar sound, which neatly flows into This Is Love, featuring the killer couplet "I can't believe life's so complex/ when I just want to sit here and watch you undress". The combination of crystal clear guitar overlaying a grungy, fuzzy axe (is there another synonym for guitar?) works an absolute treat, and Harvey's voice seems to oscillate between these two tones. Horses in my Dreams has moments of stunning clarity, but feels a bit listless the rest of the time, where the insistent snare drives We Float into being more than just another slow number. This Wicked Tongue is the classic late-'90s/early-'00s hidden track, that makes me nostalgic for the time, mainly for the fond memories of deleting 6 minutes of silence when copying albums onto my minidisc. Artistic integrity be damned - there were only so many minutes in the day, and I wasn't going to waste them waiting for your studio offcuts, especially when those offcuts were actually rather tasty.

You know it's a great album when songs as strong as One Line barely register. Whilst I don't feel like I loved it more at the end of the week than at the start, I certainly appreciated parts of it I may once have overlooked. The variety of the songs is genuinely staggering, and the originality is what gives the album such depth. I can imagine ten different people comfortably picking out ten different favourite songs, and whilst I may find some songs too pedestrian, I still get that they're very good. So, a very good album, that I may have felt even better about had it been my first introduction.

Chloe's album rating: 9
Chloe's favourite track: 2. Good Fortune
Olly's album rating: 8
Olly's favourite track: 7. This Mess We're In


Our next record is 792. Exit Planet Dust by the Chemical Brothers; I suspect this one will be listened to at a high volume.

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