The singer hesitantly approached her microphone like a hungry predator or lover and discretely toiled over each syllable.
Though not as innovative as her debut, the album stands as one of the most definitive pop artifacts from the indulgent Reagan Era.
Tracks like the edgy, punk-infused “Burning Up” incorporated electric guitars along with the most state-of-the-art synthesizers of the time.
No woman can rock like Polly Jean Harvey, not even punk priestess Patti Smith.
Following tours supporting Blink-182 and the recently popped-out Weezer, the Irving Plaza floor both brewed with anticipation and stewed with “what-if-they-don’t-play-any-old-stuff?” anxiety.