The Stylus Magazine review of Liz Phair's newest begins:
"The original title of Liz Phair’s new eponymous album was Happy Tragic Thing; perhaps someone at Capitol with a sense of irony realized how painfully apt this title was and opted for a safer route. There’s a glistening veneer of contented happiness coating the record, as if some adult-oriented radio programmer gleefully shat on it, but the tragedy is that Phair is wholly complicit in this utter waste of talent. The glimpses of what made me enjoy the whole of Exile in Guyville and parts of Whip-Smart are opaque, barely extractable from the overwhelming mediocrity. "
And they don't even touch on the horrible cover...
"The original title of Liz Phair’s new eponymous album was Happy Tragic Thing; perhaps someone at Capitol with a sense of irony realized how painfully apt this title was and opted for a safer route. There’s a glistening veneer of contented happiness coating the record, as if some adult-oriented radio programmer gleefully shat on it, but the tragedy is that Phair is wholly complicit in this utter waste of talent. The glimpses of what made me enjoy the whole of Exile in Guyville and parts of Whip-Smart are opaque, barely extractable from the overwhelming mediocrity. "
And they don't even touch on the horrible cover...
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