Date: 06-24-12 09:57
Okay, I have to admit - the new Fiona Apple album is pretty damn good. I'm still flummoxed by the preceding six months of breathless hosannas that proclaimed the Saviour of All Music was drawing nigh, but to my own great surprise, I really like this album.
Apple's sullen pissiness, which made me roll my eyes and say "Oh, please!" when it was coming from a sixteen year old, is much more becoming on a thirtysomething who's actually seen more of life than "I really liked this boy, yknow, but he didn't like me back". That surliness is what sets her apart from her ivory tickling sisters like Tori Amos and Regina Spektor and their mom, Kate Bush, by preventing her from ever crossing over into the cloying cutesiness that the others fall prey to fairly often - Apple is way too much of a fucking grouch to have ever been a cornflake or rubberband girl. She takes after Bush's dark side and when she needs to lighten the mood tosses in some Rickie Lee Jones style jazziness or Carole King flourishes, rather than calling in a unicorn to sprinkle some pixie dust on the proceedings.
She's still irritating enough to keep me from ever fully climbing on the bandwagon (I don't recall the damn title of this album, nor will I ever bother to learn all 2000 words of it, and she's still monstrously self-absorbed and some of her lyrics still seem ripped from the diary of 15-year-old who feels the world so deeply that no one will EVER understand her pain) but I will wave at it when it passes by on the street and concede that the people riding it could be doing worse things with their time.
Post Edited (06-24-12 09:59)