Jagged Little Pill

Jeg har utsatt dette albumet fordi jeg har tenkt at "Ironic" suger.

Men "All I Really Want" overrasker. Litt sånn trommemaskin-grunge med Bob Dylan-munnspill, og utrolig kul vokal. Og jeg syns det er mye kult som skjer med melodiene og detaljene utover plata, men jeg blir lei av at det føles som musikken bare ligger under som et karaokespor til tider. Det låter litt flatt, rett og slett.

Det er også grungeelementet. Vi har vel etablert at grunge ikke er så velkommen i vår lyttergruppe (med mindre det er Smashing Pumpkins). Jeg tenker også det handler mye om at det minner om veldig mye av den forferdelige musikken som ble påvirket av grungen, slik som Three Days Grace og Nickelback.

Men som sagt, mye bra på melodifronten. Åpningssporet og "Hand in My Pocket" er fint. "You Learn" kunne jeg likt, om ikke produksjonen hadde vært så innmari komprimert. "Ironic"? Ikke så ille som jeg husket, men dårlig forståelse av hva ironi er

Had this on cassette tape back when it was released. Although it's not something I would have chosen to go back to, it's chock full of memorable tunes, and Alanis excels at this blend of 90s singer-songwriter pop rock.

Jedinica iz principa. // Bila bi trica jer stvarno nije toliko loš album. Možda i četvorka.

It got overplayed at the time, but it's still a favourite. Powerhouse of an album!
(I'm blissfully ignoring the harmonica parts)

3.25

Ingredients:

Lyrics- Diary of a 15 yr old girl intoto tech theatre.  

Rhythm- 90s producer who made a shit ton of money using the same drum machine.

Melody: 15 yr old girls older sister who listens to the rent Cd over and over again.

A dash of harmonica to make it alternative.

=A ton of radio hits

This album goes so fuckin' hard. Probably the goat of the pop grunge-rock genre. Several iconic hits, and it has a consistent mood with a distinct artist sound.

This album came out during my teen years. It was _all over_ the radio. The singles were inescapable. I'd never really taken the time to sit down with this entire album (again, it was inescapable on the radio, and I wasn't looking for more of it), and was prepared to rate it as just a 3. But really this album is hard to deny. Perhaps its biggest problem is that it's kind of over-produced. There's also some of Alanis' vocal quirks that I still find annoying at times, but I'm willing to look past them.

I had this one on tape back when it came out! After Much Music played the hits ad nauseum I got tired of hearing them and never really returned to the album, but you know what? It may sound dated, but this is some good shit right here.

Very good production however record feels a bit uninspired. A bit cringy lyrically at least from a first listen. Halfway through record now. Feel like missing context as to why this album is so highly rated, it's not bad by any means but considering you had someone like Bjork active at the same time and this hardly compares to that. Enjoyable listen nevertheless, either case 3.5/5 at least

1995, quelle année de merde et de grâce. Kurt nous avait laissés sur le carreau un an plus tôt, la Britpop commençait à nous saturer les esgourdes de ses refrains pour hooligans, et moi, je trônais derrière le comptoir du magasin de disques, voyant défiler une génération qui ne savait plus trop sur quel pied danser. Le grunge avait clamé sa propre mort, l'indie-rock devenait une formule mathématique pour plaire aux critiques, et on se demandait bien d'où viendrait la prochaine mandale.

Elle est venue du Canada et elle avait la gueule d'une Cendrillon énervée sous Prozac. Une chanteuse pop qui avait fait deux albums pour ados au Canada et qui, maintenant, voulait jouer les rockeuses. Et on a entendu "You Oughta Know" avec sa basse vrombissante et élastique (merci Flea), cette guitare lacérée (merci Dave Navarro), et surtout, cette voix. Cette voix qui ne chantait pas la rupture, non, elle la vomissait. C'était la chanson d'une ex-copine psychopathe, le genre de morceau que tu écoutes en espérant que ton ex ne l'entende jamais, de peur qu'elle y trouve des idées. C'était cru, direct, venimeux, et ça avait l'odeur du soufre, de la vengeance servie non pas froide, mais balancée en pleine gueule à l'état d'ébullition. On a tous pensé la même chose : si tout l'album est comme ça, on tient la Patti Smith de la génération X.

Le problème, c'est que le reste de l'album n'est PAS comme ça. Et c'est là que le bât blesse, que la fameuse pilule a un goût amer, et que la note de 3 sur 5 prend tout son sens.

Passé ce premier uppercut, on se retrouve avec un disque qui a le cul entre deux chaises. D'un côté, la rage, la promesse d'une authenticité crue, et de l'autre, une collection de titres pop-rock calibrés pour les radios FM, produits jusqu'à l'os par un Glen Ballard qui a dû se dire qu'il fallait bien rentabiliser l'investissement.

Et c'est là tout le problème car avec sa production trop lisse, l'album a un problème de vieillissement. Il sonne terriblement 1995.

C'est trop propre, c'est trop lisse, les guitares acoustiques sont si brillantes qu'on pourrait s'y mirer, les électriques ont ce son un peu synthétique, ce grain si particulier du rock "alternatif" de major de l'époque. C'est le son d'une époque où l'on pensait que pour rendre le rock accessible, il fallait lui passer une couche de vernis. Ça a marché, on ne peut pas le nier. L'album s'est vendu par palettes entières. Des millions, des dizaines de millions. Mais aujourd'hui, à l'heure où l'on a réappris à aimer les productions plus rêches ou plus "garage", "Jagged Little Pill" sonne comme un épisode de Friends. Sympathique, mais daté.

C'est un disque schizophrène, tu passes de la fureur de "You Oughta Know" à la gentille promenade en décapotable de "Hand in My Pocket". Un titre cool, certes, un hymne à la coolitude un peu forcée, mais sans la moindre once de danger. Puis vient "Ironic". Ah, "Ironic", le morceau qui a fait couler plus d'encre que la Constitution américaine. On a passé des heures à débattre pour savoir si une mouche dans ton Chardonnay était vraiment ironique ou juste pas de bol. On s'en fout, au fond. C'est un tube pop parfait, avec un refrain imparable, mais on est loin, très loin, de la furie vengeresse qui nous avait été promise.

Et c'est ça, le fond du problème, l'album est une sorte de gigantesque malentendu. Les gens sont venus pour le vitriol et sont restés pour le sucre. Ils ont acheté un album en pensant s'offrir une thérapie par le cri, et ils ont eu une collection de refrains à chanter sous la douche. Les journalistes un peu paresseux de l'époque ont qualifié ça de "therapy rock", et ils n'avaient pas tout à fait tort. Alanis a ouvert la porte à toute une flopée de chanteuses "à fleur de peau", de Jewel à Meredith Brooks, qui ont fait de leurs petits et grands tourments un fonds de commerce. Alanis n'était que la première à être marketée aussi efficacement.

Alors, on jette tout ? Non. Ce serait malhonnête. Il y a deux ou trois excellents titres. "You Oughta Know" reste un putain de classique. "Ironic" est un tube générationnel, qu'on le veuille ou non. Et "Head Over Feet" est une jolie ballade, simple et touchante. Mais le reste oscille entre le sympathique et le franchement oubliable. L'album est trop long, il s'essouffle. Il y a un côté journal intime d'adolescente qui peut être touchant, mais qui, sur la longueur, devient un peu lassant.

"Jagged Little Pill" est un produit parfaitement calibré pour une génération post-Nirvana qui avait besoin de sa dose de mal-être, mais sans les seringues et les descentes d'enfer. Juste une petite pilule, un peu dentelée, facile à avaler.

Trente ans plus tard, le verdict est le même. C'est un album important, un phénomène de société qui a marqué son époque. Mais est-ce un grand album ? Un album qui a transcendé son temps ? Je ne crois pas. Il est le témoignage sonore parfait du milieu des années 90, avec ses qualités et ses défauts. Une capsule temporelle, une relique. Un 3 sur 5, c'est payé généreux, mais juste. On a tous eu notre période Alanis. Et comme une amourette de lycée, on s'en souvient avec un mélange de tendresse et d'un peu de gêne. C'était bien, mais on est content d'être passé à autre chose.

pop rock PURIM

mas eu até acho ok o vozerão dela!! tem umas guitarra aqui bem grunge, mas não foge mto do pop rock padrão não... nao eh dos melhores, mas achei que seria beeeeem pior

'Why are you so petrified of silence? / Here, can you handle this?' Angsty, shallow, eccentric, bold, Jagged Little Pill is an undeniable success and an enduring statement, an uneven and imperfect record, but ultimately soulful and compelling. Morissette's voice is shrill, indeed jagged, even when she slows down on tracks like 'Perfect' and 'You Learn,' intent on shouting and quavering her way to some sort of pieced-together discordance: 'I'm sad but I'm laughing / I'm brave but I'm chickenshit'; 'A traffic jam when you're already late / A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break.' Not much ironic here, but it flourishes in a way sincere pop frequently missteps. And who would've thought that the next great harmonica-ad-libber would be Alanis?

Nostalgia jams. Every time we'd take my sister to netball this was on. The only cassette available in many other cars.

A little bit toooo ironic

So angsty in the best way. I really felt this album as a teen as many did I'm sure, and it still holds up to this day. Her voice is so infectious.

Like a true 1990s teenage girl, I had Jagged Little Pill on a cassette a friend copied for me, but with the exception of You Oughta Know, I haven't listened to it in years (well, decades). That's definitely still the stand out track for me, but the gap between You Oughta Know and the rest isn't quite as big as I'd remembered - I enjoyed revisiting this.

Painful.
Apparently the 13th best selling album of all time. I first heard this while following the 20 Million Club podcast, wasn't impressed then and it still doesn't do anything for me.

I was astounded by how many hits were on this record. I had heard about it for years but was still impressed. A couple of forgettable tracks in the middle but this is absolutely an icon of the 90s. 4/5

I really appreciate the production on this album. Alanis is right on top of the mix, loud and clear. I just can't understand why this isn't the norm.

When I say Alanis has a great voice, I mean her singing voice and also her narrative style. Even as a middle-aged man, there isn't a single song on this album that isn't highly relatable to me. I think she has a way of connecting to pretty much everyone, even if they haven't had the same experiences. It's incredible to believe she wrote and recorded this album at 19.

I listened to this in my mid teens when the album came out, and I really don't think I was prepared for what I was listening to. I liked the music and thought she had a great voice, but none of the experiences really resonated with me at the time, and she's only 5 years older than I am. Wise and perceptive beyond her years, for sure. I wasn't this perceptive until I was probably twice as old, and I still can't articulate these feelings so simply and impactfully.

Alanis deserves every bit of credit and hype she ever got. That first belt of "It's like RAAIIAIIN" gives me goosebumps every time (and for this, I can absolutely forgive the misuse of the word 'ironic")

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Like plenty of people my age, this was in heavy rotation in my car CD player back in the day. You could easily spot this CD in someone's collection because so many people owned it and it had a very distinct pattern on the CD case spine. Listening to it now, it still sounds good, but it's very much Of Its Time. Maybe that's just because it was a very different time in my life, but there it is. The music rocks (although the guitar sounds are a little tinny), the lyrics are powerful, and she sings...angry? Powerful? Just ok? She always had an unusual voice, that's for sure, but it worked here. The lyrics really resonated with 20-something me, but not as much anymore with 50-something me. I feel almost wrong giving it a 4 rather than a 5 given how much I used to like it, but (right or wrong) it didn't grow with me. Favorite tracks: You Oughta Know (the angry break up song to end all angry break up songs - I always knew it was Flea on bass but didn't notice until today it was Dave Navarro on guitar), Perfect, Hand in My Pocket (GenX ultimate feel good song?), Right Through You, Mary Jane, Wake Up. Oh, and I agree that nothing in "Ironic" is actually ironic. But I loved the MTV taxi driver who sang "It's like raaain, on a rainy day."