Melissa Ferrick was a victim of anti-Lillith backlash. After Sarah McLachlan and Jewel and their ilk drenched the airwaves with their gorgeous chops, the music public was quick to reach for the testosterone. Too bad. Ferrick's two albums on major label Atlantic Records were highly personal, acoustic gems right up there with Ani DiFranco and Liz Phair. Like Phair, especially, Ferrick has been labeled the tormented artist, often strumming wildly and letting the emotion behind her literate songs steam to life onstage. Which, of course, makes for a moving exercise in voyeuristic instability. There are few songwriters working today that are as good at the acoustic-yet-edgy pop formula.