Despite the success of the first single, this one flew sadly under the radar. The second single could have been an anthem, and should have been, but when your song is called Motherfucker, it limits your mainstream options. It's a pity, because it's a fantastic album, front to back. The lyrics consist of dreamy poetry, and O'Connor's imagery is truly inspired. The music is eclectic, often bluesy, but with unexpected injections of everything from hip-hop beats to Smiths-esque bridges. As a veritable one-man show (with guest performers scattered here and there), Rocket is as auspicious a debut as Trent Reznor's Pretty Hate Machine or Dave Grohl's Foo Fighters, and deserves more adherents.