Skin’s beautiful, bruising voice has been the soundtrack to so many heartbreaks in my life, it feels surreal to spend an hour in her company and not be helplessly weeping on the floor about my latest romantic mini-drama. As the frontwoman of alt-rock giants Skunk Anansie, and on her two blistering solo albums, Skin possesses an unrivalled onstage magnetism and an undeniable gift for conveying the bittersweet, agonising underbelly of love.