I love Ani.
I like rock Ani. I like Jazz Ani. I like angry Ani. I like cute Ani. And hey, even when she's on a bandwagon that went right on passed by because life got in the way, i still like where her head is at. But... Oh my is she in need of an editor on this work.
It's acoustic Jazz Ani at her rambling worst. Words spill out, the guitar plinks (technical term, literally means "turn that crap off!") 'Tunes' meander with no purpose. Is this chill out? Is it supposed to be deep? Sounds like lack of focus to me. Or middle age tempering the fire that once raged?
The FeminAniNazi's will rail, of course, but this CD has none of the spirit of her early output, none of the focus of her Rock stuff. None of the heart achingly beautiful introspection of her turn of the century works. And none of the slinky cool of her Jazzy work, man.
For die hards only, then. But do remember that one Ani is still better that a thousand Alanis's. This one is just worth slightly less, 871 Alanis's perhaps :o)
Addendum: Since reviewing this disc Ani has released a further two albums, Knuckle Down and Reprieve. Both, i am pleased to say, are a 5 star return to form.