PJ Harvey @ Queen's Hall, 26 Apr

Elvis Costello once famously asserted that PJ Harvey's songs can be summed up in three words: “blood and fucking”. Thankfully, Polly Jean has utterly refuted this through two decades of strutting her stuff to macabre psycho-blues, lounge lizard nihilism, and haunting piano work. Her various guises have exposed different layers of a fascinating, contradictory individual who flits between bruised introvert, sexual tyrannosaurus and cackling banshee. Exemplifying her chameolonic talents, new album A Woman A Man Walked By re-teams her with her old bandmate John Parish; if you still need convincing that there's more to PJ Harvey than sex and death, take this opportunity.