Jagged Little Pill
Jagged Little Pill was the only time that I’ve ever jumped onto a music bandwagon, then regretted it afterwards. My sister and I pooled our resources to buy Jagged Little Pill. Later I tired of it and my sister insisted on buying out my share on the basis that it introduced her to “good music”.
Jagged Little Pill is a definitive record of the mid 1990s; with her aggressive, confessional lyrics and lite-grunge sound, Morissette hit a commercial sweet spot, and hits like ‘Hand Over Pocket’ were inescapable in early 1996. ‘You Oughta Know’ with Flea guesting on bass and Dave Navarro on guitar rocks hard enough to hold up, and as insufferable as Morissette can be, I still find her preferable to Anthony Kiedis. But the mellow songs like ‘Not The Doctor’ emphasise the unpleasant whine in her vocals, while songs like ‘Perfect’ and ‘Mary Jane’ have overwrought themes without anything to make them musically compelling.
Morissette is so confrontational on Jagged Little Pill that it’s her lyrics that make the biggest impression, and because her voice and her lyrics often make me squeamish, the music doesn’t generally do enough to compensate.