“Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today, we revisit Fiona Apple’s second album, full of diamond-sharp writing that mines the depths of her psyche and emotion.”
“So how about that album title? Read it as verse and it rhymes; read it as prose and it’s Lewis Carroll after too much Hungarian food. Read it backward and it proves that Lee Harvey Oswald wrote Hamlet; read it out loud and realize that it doesn’t make a damn bit of sense no matter […]”
