In the relatively short span of what now constitutes four St. Vincent albums, Annie Clark has become an icon. That's no surprise - she's smart and witty and beautiful, and her music is quick in its rewards, intellectual but hooky. But what's really gotten the singer/songwriter/guitarist to the apex is the way she resists the gendering of her work. There's something fantastically cunning about both her art and her persona, and whether that came from a messianic streak or a simple desire to avoid rock's tired binaries, something strange and wonderful has happened as a result: She has given us a little desperately needed traction in moving past the Women in Rock era. Her dazzler of a new album at least delivers us to the threshold, daring us to imagine a world where female artists are not posited as de facto outsiders.