The opener "21 Things I Want in a Fan" finds Morissette ticking off her likes and dislikes before an eye-catching surge of crunching guitar chords and a scratchy hip-hop beat. Swept's emotional circulation is navigated by Morissette's vocal queues: her lower register accompanies confrontation and self-proclamation ("Narcissus"); the higher intimates vulnerability and reflection ("Paradise"). Every tone is perked up by well-blended electronic and acoustic components.
The snag is that, just like her previous two albums, Under Rug Swept is ruined by unabridged stream-of-consciousness lyrics. Her uncomfortable syntax and distorted phrasing disorients music that's melodious and compelling music. She continues to be acutely self-obsessed, delivering rants aimed at men who are fatally flawed and naturally, irresistibly ravaging. In the meantime, her greatest strength as an artist lies in her ear for an effective melody. Lyrically, she 'd be much better off keeping her contorted lyrics In Storage room Locked. -- Beth Massa
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