The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do
Fiona Apple perfectly sums up the visceral power of her music right at the onset of her fourth album: "Every single night's a fight with my brain/ I just wanna feel everything," she yowls, her tongue twisting each syllable with the force of a bullet. Throughout, it's this vicious self-combat that bleeds out as erudite rhyme ("orotund mutt" with "moribund slut") and metaphor ("I could liken you to a werewolf the way you left me for dead/ But I admit that I provided a full moon"). Meanwhile, the skittering percussion and free-jazz flow sound as wild as the battle in her brain must feel.
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