Oh My Lover
Label: Island Records
As the 1990s dawned, the boys got grunge and the girls turned, pre-riot grrl, to Polly Jean Harvey. Harvey's debut passed around the underground like contraband, coasting on the uneasy cocktail of her primal squawk and croon, those down-tuned guitars that sounded like they were covered in tar, Rob Ellis' fraught and ferocious drumming... not to mention her graphic yet oblique narratives that exposed raw, unspoken truths. It wasn't always pretty, but it struck more than a few nerves and marked the arrival of a major talent.