Three great albums among the first four at least (you guess yourself) and a courageous "War" in the face of thousands and thousands of hypocrites gathered to celebrate the then hyped though half-forgotten, half burnt-out pope of protest pop. Moved me to tears at Glastonbury 1995. There is no other Troy for her to burn.
I thought of banshees (bean sidhe) this morning. And of Sinead in the next thought. And then the news tonight...
R.I.P. tormented soul and erratic shapeshifter.