The Joup Friday Album – PJ Harvey “Uh Huh Her”

image courtesy of allmusic.com

There is no one else that makes music like PJ Harvey does. Ms. Harvey is one of those rare talents that was able to carve out her niche in the massive hierarchy of popular music at the onset of her career and has since been able to get away with only doing her own thing. How nice then that “her own thing” sounds nothing like anyone else’s. Because of this I think some people have trouble with her music. Not me. PJ Harvey’s records often take me to dark places, but they are always areas of my soul or psyche rich with rewards, and for that I treat these records with the utmost respect. This is listening music, not background music, not toe-tapping distraction. This is introspection, a long and polished mirror that shows the listener as much about themselves as it does about the woman making it.

No one trick Pony

One of the beauties of the Melbourne has to be the music scene.

When I first arrived in town over a year ago I saw bloke by the name of Matt Joe Gow and his band The Dead Leaves at the Odd Bar on a Sunday residency and it blew me away. He and his band covered a few The Band songs to captivate the room: two guitars, four part harmony, the whole bit. Ended up shootin’ the shit with him at the bar with a beer after and turns out he was originally from Duniden, NZ. So I asked him about the punk scene there in the late 70’s early 80’s that really started take off with Flying Nun Records. He laughed at me and asked how I know that…thanks Jim for making me look cool. More on Matt Joe Gow another time I promise.

Translate