It’s hard to choose the proper modifier
when it comes to P.J. Harvey’s singular banger, “Yuri-G.” We settled on “undercelebrated”
but you, Dear Reader, could also say “underrecognized,” “underplayed,” or “under-moshed.” Many people know P.J. Harvey, of course, but don’t always associate
her with a racketing punk treatment that can rattle your marbles. “Yuri-G”
climbs and climbs until the lyrics drop out and the music approximates the wild
roar of rocket flight. And that’s fitting, since the song memorializes the
first human being—Yuri Gargarin—who traveled into outer space. I cannot speak for
the late Soviet cosmonaut, but I myself would want to hear precisely this
song if I were hurtling heavenward—or moonward.
And the moon—as both “Luna” the heavenly body
and “Luna” the chariot-driving Roman goddess—also figures prominently in the
proceedings. Harvey has “been looking up all night” until her neck stiffens and
her head aches. She would seem to fuse the image of the moon and the goddess
into one form that she envies for its mesmerizing cleanliness. In an effort to
“draw” this figure “down on [her,]” the singer pokes needles—a mile deep—into a
representation of this “Luna.” Some may read an element of sexuality into that spell-casting,
and they wouldn’t be wrong, but it also represents a desire to be bathed in the
purifying light of a fascinating celestial body. (Just who is the “doctor,”
though, who nudged the singer into voodoo?)
Despite Harvey’s flirtatious efforts
to possess her Luna, she keeps returning to the iconic 1961 Gargarin space flight.
She wishes she were him, blasting toward the moon; she thought she was him,
bathed in a lunar glow. Harvey could have idolized American astronauts who later
stepped foot on the moon’s surface but that represents a tangible interaction
and may otherwise violate the purity of the fantasy, the yearning at hand. Indeed,
she repeats “bring back my memory” just before the song concludes, a plea that
might hearken back to a half-forgotten idyllic image from early childhood. By grafting
some melancholy onto the song’s final statement, the singer emphasizes a loss.
Not simply “innocence lost” but the complexity of her astronomical obsession.
“Yuri-G” should be considered for those
enjoyable “hardest song” debates that crop up from time to time. It’s hard to prevent
one’s head from banging when the song reaches its apogee. And P.J. Harvey’s
relentless guitar playing underscores the riotous truths of some wistful
correlations. She did not strum this number on a boutique zither, after all, in
the starchy silence of a funereal art gallery. Instead, “Yuri-G” confronts the pangs
of unattainability with its unique crunching logic. Harvey’s virtuosity impossibly
extends to simultaneous expressions of soaring and tumbling. The song does not
merely “reach for the moon” but launches us there aggressively in a way that
bares the fragile honesty of our mortality—and we jump!
The lucky souls who experienced this mayhem live.
Yuri-G
P.J. Harvey
Hey there, Luna
I’d like’ta tell ya
How sad am I
So lovesick I could die
Needin’ water
My neck’s stiff
My head hurts
Been looking up
All night!
Been looking up
(Mmm) she’s so bright
She’s so white
She’s so clean
I’m telling you
She’s everything
I’d give it all
My sorry eyes
Give just everything
She’s got me so mesmerized
Yeah, I wish I was a Yuri-G
It’s just the things that she does to me
Yeah, wish I was Yuri-G
Bring back my memory
Told by the doctor
To make a figure
(Then) needles stick in her
(And) she’ll be your Luna
I stuck ‘em in real clean
I stuck ‘em in a mile
I drew her down on me
I drew her with a smile
I’d give it all you see
I’d give my sorry eyes
Give just everything
She’s got me so mesmerized
Yeah, I wish I was a Yuri-G
It’s just the things that she does to me
Yeah, thought I was Yuri-G
Bring back my memory
I stuck ‘em in real clean
I stuck ‘em in a mile
I drew her down on me
I drew her with a smile
I’d give it all you see
I’d give my sorry eyes
Give just everything
She’s got me so mesmerized
Yeah, I wish I was a Yuri-G
It’s just the things that she does to me
Yeah, thought I was Yuri-G
Bring back my memory
Yeah, I wish I was a Yuri-G
I let her walk all over me
Yeah, thought I was Yuri-G
Bring back my memory
Bring back my memory
Bring back my memory
Discography
PJ Harvey. “Yuri-G” Side B, track
3, from Rid of Me. Island ILPS 8002. United Kingdom (1993.) Personnel:
PJ Harvey (guitar); Steve Vaughan (bass); Rob Ellis (drums). Compositional
credit: Harvey.
The lyrics correspond to the 1993 recording. Never underestimate the B-side!

3 comments:
my head is banging! thanks for this post ~b
thanks for checking it out babsy! hope all is well with you. BA
Wow, talk about absolutely pedal to the metal intensity -- thanks for kicking the weekend off with that!
Shenanigan-wise: HAZE (the Hyde and Zook Ensemble) will debut at RhizomeDC on July 8: https://www.rhizomedc.org/new-events/2026/7/8/alford-nair-hyde-zook.
Sarah Paz Hyde (https://sarahpazhyde.com/; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVN6hMrlD58), who will also be performing with the Fanoplane improvisational ensemble (https://www.tedzook.com/fanoplane/) at Alexandria's Galactic Panther Gallery on August 9 (https://www.eventbrite.com/e/live-music-the-fanoplane-improvisational-ensemble-tickets-1990573730613), is an astonishing musician, whom I met at an April 24-26 improvisation workshop at the Society of Friends' Pandle Hill Retreat Center, just outside of Philadelphia (https://www.nowrongnotes.com/musicianship-through-free-improvisation). In addition to her handpan work, Ms. Hyde also plays violin, ngoni (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ngoni_(instrument)) and has a wonderful voice!
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