Tori Amos
Few artists seemed less likely to offer any insight into the state of the union following September 11 than Tori Amos–Charlie Daniels, I suppose, or maybe Ron Howard. I’d always been bugged by Amos’s seeming conviction that her most obvious ideas (covering Eminem to showcase his misogyny, for instance, or using drum machines) were novel simply because they’d just occurred to her, and I never liked the way she laced Kate Bush’s spaciness into a corset of tinkling conservatory pretension....