The result is a series of wide-ranging, deep-dive, soul-baring interviews, full of candid, intimate, spiky meditations on inspiration, artistry, sexuality, race, love, self-doubt, abuse, defiance, and everything in between. There’s Letissier on being empowered by drag culture: “I gave a name to my anger.” Shah on sexism: “I met more than one arse-slapping pervert along the way.” Tempest on discovering hip-hop and spoken word: “I’d found it. The thing. My thing.” Moyet on ageism: “Pop music is the only arena in which it is assumed that your creativity decreases as you age.” Amfo on being fist-bumped when everyone else gets a handshake: “Don’t dehumanise me … because I happen to be a black person.” Rereading Never Mind the Bollockstogether with A Seat at the Table, it’s clear that Raphael had carved a vital space for female artists to “woman-spread”, as it were, and speak freely. Women in music taking up space, making some noise – the female voice turned up louder.