News: Beatroute ADP Review

Natasha Lee just spotted this weird, skeptical review of American Doll Posse from Beatroute, a free magazine published in Alberta, Canada.

I think I am getting a little old for make-believe. It used to be easy to listen to Tori Amos’ silly, and often beautiful songs about faeries and seasons and friends and drugs … I ate it all up and loved it! But now, as I listen to her newest concoction, I can’t help but frown. Not only am I confused, but also totally unsatisfied. Even in the early years her obscure references were smoothed out by epic piano parts and gorgeous vocals. Her space-cadet persona was endearing. Now, it has gone too far.

The album is divided into five parts. written by five different personalities. Yes. Five. Tori, of course, and then there’s Pip who is described at “expiratorial,” Isabel as “historical,” Clyde as “clitoride” (sic), and finally Santa as “sanatorium”.

This album demands way too much attention and focus on detail from the listener. The song lyrics are typed out in the booklet and printed in different colors, each corresponding to one of the girs from the posse, as noted above. It is expected that each cluster of songs should describe each girl, or tell a story, or relay a message. Maybe this was the idea but still, I find myself thoroughly flustered and slightly ill. I was completely shocked after reading the lyrics for the first “Tori” song. “I am a M-I-L-F, don’t you forget M-I-L-F, don’t you forget baby, I don’t need your cash” (insert dramatic pause appropriate for jaw-dropping). Endearing? I think not. Seriously, I don’t get it.