The late 1990s spawned a spate of assertive female rockers. Few, however, possess the edgy passion, blues-drenched soul and whisky-soaked inflections that are Beth Hart's trademarks. Less rough-hewn and more accessible than her 1995 debut, Screamin' For My Supper is nonetheless an emotional and memorable offering from this LA native. Hart's vibe--sort of a Fiona Apple meets Mick Jagger, with a liberal dose of Janis Joplin--somehow manages to be her own, while her thoughtful lyrics have a Southern sensibility that touches the heart and soul. This assertive yet fragile new artist, whose songs are as well constructed and executed as her words, could easily share a bill with Sheryl Crow, and might wind up stealing the show. --Katherine Turman