I don’t know a man who isn’t a little scared of Fiona Apple, largely because she’s nailed the art of the confessional attack. Banging away on her piano as producer Jon Brion warps all sorts of demented strings around her melody, Apple cabarets her way through pointed words — “You got your game, made your shot, and you got away/ With a lot, but I’m not turned on” — that call out her ex for every little rotten deed he ever done.