Singer-songwriters whose music is intensely emotional, violent, or sexually explicit often have to contend with the assumption that their lyrics are autobiographical. Particularly with female musicians, the word “confessional” tends to come up. In Harvey’s case, her words and the volume at which she delivered them defined her: a “screeching harridan,” a “castrating bitch-queen,” and, in one Rid of Me review that has aged terribly, the “PC” perpetrator of “one of those angry-woman-spews-sexual-politics records.” Listeners weren’t wrong to infer that she wrote from life; she acknowledged that her breakup, as well as the despair she’d felt after moving to London from the country, had influenced the album. Yet it’s her artistic influences, her gender-dysphoric childhood and her sheep-farm upbringing, more than her politics or even her personality, that are most evident on it.