Sinead’s word may be unreliable. Her voice is anything but. As potent as it ever was. Ferocity and fragility in equal measure. Vicious and vulnerable. Listening to it, I couldn’t help but think about all the attention paid, in recent weeks, to the way in which groups like Radiohead and Stars are now distributing their art. Remember, I thought, what it was like when such attention was paid to the art itself? The music. The message. The imagery.

In an era when pop culture was less fractured, it was the artistry that made Sinead O’Connor an icon.