Uh Huh Her
by PJ Harvey

Review
**PJ Harvey - Uh Huh Her**
★★★★☆
By 2004, Polly Jean Harvey had already traversed more musical terrain than most artists manage in a lifetime. From the primal howl of *Dry* through the art-rock theatrics of *To Bring You My Love* and the pastoral introspection of *The Hope Six Demolition Project*'s predecessor *Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea*, she'd proven herself rock's most restless chameleon. Yet nothing quite prepared devotees for the stark, uncompromising vision of *Uh Huh Her*, an album that found Harvey stripping away the elaborate arrangements and returning to something approaching her primitive roots – albeit filtered through a decade of accumulated wisdom and technological evolution.
The origins of *Uh Huh Her* lie in Harvey's desire to reclaim creative autonomy. Having worked extensively with producers and collaborators throughout the late '90s and early 2000s, she retreated to her home studio in Dorset, determined to craft something entirely on her own terms. The result is perhaps her most solitary work – a collection of songs that feel like transmissions from a bunker, Harvey's voice and guitar often the only human elements in landscapes of drum machines and synthesised textures.
This isn't the raw, blues-inflected primitivism of her early Trio work, however. *Uh Huh Her* occupies stranger territory, somewhere between post-punk minimalism and electronic experimentation. The drum patterns are rigid and mechanical, the guitars often processed beyond recognition, creating an atmosphere that's simultaneously intimate and alienating. It's as if Harvey has constructed her own parallel universe, one where conventional song structures bend to accommodate her increasingly abstract lyrical preoccupations.
The album's opening salvo, "The Life And Death Of Mr Badmouth", establishes the template immediately – a hypnotic drum loop underpins Harvey's multi-tracked vocals as they weave tales of masculine toxicity over jagged guitar stabs. It's followed by "Shame", perhaps the album's most conventional moment, but even here the arrangement feels deliberately constrained, as if Harvey is viewing rock music through frosted glass.
The title track stands as the album's most successful marriage of accessibility and experimentation. Built around a deceptively simple guitar riff that recalls her earlier work, it gradually accumulates layers of percussion and vocal harmonies until it achieves an almost trance-like intensity. Harvey's lyrics, addressing themes of identity and self-possession, feel particularly pointed in this stripped-down context: "I'm gonna wash all over you / Till you tell me something new."
"Pocket Knife" and "The Letter" showcase Harvey's gift for finding beauty in discomfort. The former builds from whispered confessions to a cathartic climax, while the latter uses space and silence as effectively as any instrument. These aren't songs that reveal their secrets easily – they demand attention, rewarding careful listening with subtle melodic details and emotional depths that only emerge over time.
Where the album occasionally falters is in its commitment to its own aesthetic constraints. Some tracks, while admirably focused, feel somewhat undercooked – ideas that might have benefited from the kind of collaborative development Harvey had embraced on previous records. "Cat On The Wall" and "It's You" hover in a middle ground that's neither fully realised nor deliberately fragmentary.
Yet these minor shortcomings pale beside the album's considerable achievements. *Uh Huh Her* captures Harvey at her most uncompromising, crafting a sonic world that's entirely her own. The production, handled entirely by Harvey herself, is remarkable for its clarity and spatial awareness – every element occupies its own distinct place in the mix, creating an impression of vast emptiness punctuated by carefully chosen details.
In the broader context of Harvey's catalogue, *Uh Huh Her* represents a crucial transitional moment. It bridges the gap between her earlier, more conventional rock work and the increasingly conceptual projects that would follow. The album's influence can be heard in countless subsequent releases by artists exploring similar territory between electronic music and post-punk minimalism.
Nearly two decades later, *Uh Huh Her* has aged remarkably well. Its deliberate strangeness now feels prescient rather than perverse, its exploration of isolation and self-reliance unexpectedly relevant to our increasingly fragmented times. While it may not possess the immediate impact of Harvey's most celebrated works, it stands as a testament to an artist's willingness to follow her vision wherever it leads, regardless
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