Rating: NN
Like a sudden sharp rap on the noggin, PJ Harvey’s romantic collision with Vincent Gallo seems to have snapped the stylistically sleepwalking diva back to full alt-rock consciousness. No more misguided Patti Smith “tributes” or commercial radio pandering here. The dark and creaky Uh Huh Her is a return to the stripped-down aesthetic of her Dry demos – except that where the experimental thrust of Harvey’s early work seemed to come from a place of genuine anger and frustration, throughout the half-assed dabbling of Uh Huh Her she comes off sounding merely bored and annoyed.
