'dry' is the cornerstone of the 1990s 'women in rock' movement. to paraphrase what lou reed said about the velvet underground: not many people bought the album, but those who did formed a band. the attraction is unmistakable: bluesy riffs played with punk-rock energy suddenly crash to a hush, while harvey's desperate wails become fatigued moans. what is she so hung up about? well, in the spirit of the stones, love and hope and dirty dreams and sex and sex and sex. through the raucous 'oh my lover' and 'joe,' harvey airs her laundry quite loudly but never loses her wit, as 'sheela-na-gig,' which features the mantra "i'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair / i'm gonna take my hips to a man who cares," attest.