PJ Harvey: "There are no rules, and you can make anything up you want" / In Depth // Drowned In Sound
There’s something to be said for those rules about first impressions. On first hearing PJ Harvey, many moons ago in some smoke-filled loft at a debauched summer house party as the sun was lifting the twilight outside, a sense of awe entered the room as the fuzz of something of its time had us by its hooks. It was a little bit Tricky, a touch Portishead, had a smudge of grunge, a sniff of something sexy and something a bit androgynous; it gripped everyone in the room. Fast forward a few years and after much critical acclaim – which built an ever-growing, discerning and somewhat obsessive...