Harvey sounds as if she is having a thoroughly good time inhabiting the song’s menacing, darkly sexy protagonist: there’s a real relish about her vocal delivery, a raw, dirty power about the ultra-distorted sound. Oh My Lover (1992)The opening track of Harvey’s debut album loudly announced the arrival of a singer-songwriter operating in a space entirely her own. A love song, no less. Rub Til It Bleeds (1993)As ferocious screw-you statements of unbiddable artistic independence go, Harvey’s major label debut takes some beating. was a thorny, troubled album, made at a time when worrying rumours circulated about Harvey’s mental health.

Source: The Guardian October 11, 2019 06:56 UTC