Published on Mar 18, 1999
Some people have wondered when I was going to get around to
reviewing Alanis Morissette’s debut release…
Okay, no, wait… stop there. I’m not – repeat, not – talking
about
Jagged Little Pill. I’ll pause now so most American readers
can catch their breaths and wonder what I’m talking about.
You see, prior to
Jagged Little Pill, Morissette had two albums that were
released in Canada – both of them in a more Tiffany-like dance
vein. But for some reason, these albums were never released in
America. (Whether it’s because the suits think there would be no
interest or it’s because there are some good lawyers making sure
these never see the light of day again is beyond me.)
Morissette’s real debut album, 1991’s
Alanis, has some moments on it that are wonderful and
showcase the star in training. But in the end, the album does rely
too much on insipid, stereotypical tricks that I’ve heard all too
often in dance music.
(Okay, before I get mail from the diehard Morissette fans, I
know that she had a maxi-single out even before
Alanis. Cripes, it took me this long just to win the two CDs
on eBay. Thanks to Steve Loter for offering them!)
The first half of
Alanis is incredibly good. The opening track, “Feel Your
Love,” is a song that is catchy, well written and well performed.
Morissette’s voice is in fine form on this cut – and it blows away
her Americal mallrat competitors. Likewise, “Too Hot” – which, if
memory serves me correctly, was the first single – is a decent
track, although it does take some time to warm up to. (It also
foretells of the lameness that will soon follow. Line from the
bridge: “Throw your hands in the air / and wave ’em like you just
don’t care.” Oh,
that’s original.)
Some of the music on the first half of
Alanis dares to challenge the listener, even if such ideas
aren’t completely original in this particular genre of music.
“Plastic” features a more complicated, but catchy, rhythmic chorus
that is infectious. “On My Own,” the ballad of the album, is the
track that shows there’s more to Morissette than just the poppy
dance numbers, and is a sign of things to come later in her
career.
If only the second half of
Alanis were half the album the first five tracks are.
“Jealous” is the only track that comes close to that – but do I
detect an uncredited sample right at the end of the track, making
one think that it was recorded live? (I’ll go out on a limb and say
that what you’re really hearing are the closing notes of Deep
Purple’s “Smoke On The Water” from
Made In Japan – c’mon, gang, you should know you have to
give credit where credit is due!)
The final three tracks almost seem to suggest that Morissette
and her crew had run out of gas creatively. “Oh Yeah!”, already a
weaker song, has the most God-awful annoying sound effect in the
chorus – it sounds like an evil duck. “Human Touch” and “Party Boy”
are throwaway tracks that could have been written in study hall;
there’s just nothing to these songs musically or lyrically.
I will say this much for Alanis: it’s still a better album than
Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie.
I do question why Morissette would want to completely hide her
“dance diva” days, but I do understand why she would not want to
have made this genre the only avenue of music that she explored.
Being the teen queen is one thing, but those people aren’t always
in their teens (unless they’re on the cast of
Beverly Hills 90210), so they almost have to continually
look for new musical roads to plow.
Alanis is an album that Morissette and her “team” don’t want
people to know about – and for part of the album, one understands
why. But there is still enough material on this disc to make the
search for it worthwhile (if not a bit costly). Die-hard Morissette
fans, enjoy the search… but approach certain portions of this
album with caution. And, don’t worry, we’ll get to her 1992 release
Now Is The Time soon!