PJ Harvey’s Let England Shake is a wonderful album, quite different from the haunting echoes of White Chalk. I was going to review it but rather than go the long way around saying, ‘I like it, because it is good’, I thought I would instead briefly cram together my every single thought whilst listening to it. Here we go, track by track...
Let England Shake
Smoky harbour pubs, dimly lit with gas-lamps.
The smell of Rum.
The smell of Pubs just after the smoking ban.
The Last Living Rose
Sheela Na Gig.
Polly in the bath.
Michel Faber’s The Crimson Petal and The White.
The Long Good Friday.
A New Orleans Style Funeral.
I would like to see a woman dancing around a pole to this.
Our Glorious Land
My Grandma’s council house.
The Rent Office.
A skip with a mattress in it.
Wallpaper tables decorated with plastic Union Jack table cloths.
White dog shit.
White dog shit.
The BNP are going to love all this ‘Glorious Land’ stuff, I bet they use it on their recruitment videos.
Another Brick in the wall, I think that used to scare me when I was younger, what were the teachers doing to those kids?
The Words That Maketh Murder
Siouxsie Sioux (again)
The Wicker Man
Britt Ecklands bum-double.
All and Everyone
She’ll probably sing this on Jools Holland
I hope my Gran’s okay, her boiler is faulty, I worry it will go up in flames because she’s only got one exit and the boiler is next to it. I checked she could climb out of her window and she said she could.
On Battleship Hill
Jake and Dinos Chapman’s Hell.
I don’t like thinking about Tori Amos.
Tori Amos breastfeeding a pig.
Geri Halliwell breastfeeding a pig.
Far From The Madding Crowd.
Sheep falling to their death.
Fascists are going to lap this up.
In The Dark Places
Oranges are Not The Only Fruit.
Courtney Love has lost it and will never get it back.
Whistle Down The Wind.
Hanging in The Wire
The Seagull off You’ve Been Framed who swallowed a hot dog sausage whole, only to throw it up in its entirety a few seconds later.
Written on The Forehead
This Mortal Coil.
Heaven or Las Vegas.
The Wicker Man.
That feeling of being awake for more than 24 hours.
The Colour of The Earth
How Live Aid was a big scam.
So that is what I thought of Let England Shake, I doubt PJ Harvey will shift many copies on my recommendation, but as I said before, I like it, it's good.