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Many wonderous years ago, before the Spice Girls existed and Robbie Williams wasnt banned from the mic, there was a woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere and with her she did carry a guitar, a big mouth, a sense of humour and some substantial bitterness, and lo did the critics proclaim her as the saviour to save them from the pop dragon that was threatening to swallow them all whole. However this woman was not the saviour and 3 years later with her follow-up album, she didsth betray those who had put her on a pedestal. This woman’s name was Alanis
Fast forward 10 years on from the then heralded Jagged Little Pill and the musical world is a different place. Pop dragons are a dying breed in a world now inhabited by Alanis disciples, who through sheer numbers managed to slay the great and ugly Westlife dragon.
None of these disciples however had ever won over the critics, who were guarded against optimism after the Alanis had so disappointed them. That was until, bathed in the glow of her brother Sir Rufus, the great Martha did arrive. And she didsth carry with her a guitar, a big mouth, a sense of humour and substantial bitterness. And lo the critics did lavish praise on the Martha and she didsth deserve it.
And so we come to the present day and like the Alanis, The Great Martha hath returned after 3 years with her new album, the rather long and soon to be abbreviated “I know you’re Married But I’ve Got Feelings Too”.
Getting right to the point here, Martha has made exactly the same mistake as her predecessor. This is a self-confessed ego project but the thing about ego is you need to know what you want and Martha is clearly caught between the folk her fans expect and her instincts to move on.
This is bland boring stuff with a big identity crisis in both style, persona and execution. The title itself should serve as a warning, not only for it’s length but for what it says. Martha has gotten married and it’s one of the oldest clichés in music that there is no greater anathema for a musician than happiness.
What follows is the sound of a happy woman trying to find something to b***h about and it’s completely unconvincing and lacking credibility, the polar opposite of her debut. There are still signs that Martha knows what she’s doing however. You Cheated Me is slightly stilted and clearly built around the excellent chorus but it’s well worth listening to. All of the drama and honesty briefly shows itself as she soars into the title lyrics of Bleeding but fades all too quickly into a mish-mash of styles, switching between folk, rock and mini-orchestral epics that her brother could create in his sleep. There’s also a unbelievable tepid cover of Floyds See Emily Play. Even when given the material, MW cant seem to muster anything vaguely interesting.
None of the edge, humour, bravery, drama or songs are evident here and this album which will prove a jagged little pill for her fans to swallow.
4/10
Fast forward 10 years on from the then heralded Jagged Little Pill and the musical world is a different place. Pop dragons are a dying breed in a world now inhabited by Alanis disciples, who through sheer numbers managed to slay the great and ugly Westlife dragon.
None of these disciples however had ever won over the critics, who were guarded against optimism after the Alanis had so disappointed them. That was until, bathed in the glow of her brother Sir Rufus, the great Martha did arrive. And she didsth carry with her a guitar, a big mouth, a sense of humour and substantial bitterness. And lo the critics did lavish praise on the Martha and she didsth deserve it.
And so we come to the present day and like the Alanis, The Great Martha hath returned after 3 years with her new album, the rather long and soon to be abbreviated “I know you’re Married But I’ve Got Feelings Too”.
Getting right to the point here, Martha has made exactly the same mistake as her predecessor. This is a self-confessed ego project but the thing about ego is you need to know what you want and Martha is clearly caught between the folk her fans expect and her instincts to move on.
This is bland boring stuff with a big identity crisis in both style, persona and execution. The title itself should serve as a warning, not only for it’s length but for what it says. Martha has gotten married and it’s one of the oldest clichés in music that there is no greater anathema for a musician than happiness.
What follows is the sound of a happy woman trying to find something to b***h about and it’s completely unconvincing and lacking credibility, the polar opposite of her debut. There are still signs that Martha knows what she’s doing however. You Cheated Me is slightly stilted and clearly built around the excellent chorus but it’s well worth listening to. All of the drama and honesty briefly shows itself as she soars into the title lyrics of Bleeding but fades all too quickly into a mish-mash of styles, switching between folk, rock and mini-orchestral epics that her brother could create in his sleep. There’s also a unbelievable tepid cover of Floyds See Emily Play. Even when given the material, MW cant seem to muster anything vaguely interesting.
None of the edge, humour, bravery, drama or songs are evident here and this album which will prove a jagged little pill for her fans to swallow.
4/10
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Many wonderous years ago, before the Spice Girls existed and Robbie Williams wasnt banned from the mic, there was a woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere and with her she did carry a guitar, a big mouth, a sense of humour and some substantial bitterness, and lo did the critics proclaim her as the saviour to save them from the pop dragon that was threatening to swallow them all whole. However this woman was not the saviour and 3 years later with her follow-up album, she didsth betray those who had put her on a pedestal. This woman’s name was Alanis
Fast forward 10 years on from the then heralded Jagged Little Pill and the musical world is a different place. Pop dragons are a dying breed in a world now inhabited by Alanis disciples, who through sheer numbers managed to slay the great and ugly Westlife dragon.
None of these disciples however had ever won over the critics, who were guarded against optimism after the Alanis had so disappointed them. That was until, bathed in the glow of her brother Sir Rufus, the great Martha did arrive. And she didsth carry with her a guitar, a big mouth, a sense of humour and substantial bitterness. And lo the critics did lavish praise on the Martha and she didsth deserve it.
And so we come to the present day and like the Alanis, The Great Martha hath returned after 3 years with her new album, the rather long and soon to be abbreviated “I know you’re Married But I’ve Got Feelings Too”.
Getting right to the point here, Martha has made exactly the same mistake as her predecessor. This is a self-confessed ego project but the thing about ego is you need to know what you want and Martha is clearly caught between the folk her fans expect and her instincts to move on.
This is bland boring stuff with a big identity crisis in both style, persona and execution. The title itself should serve as a warning, not only for it’s length but for what it says. Martha has gotten married and it’s one of the oldest clichés in music that there is no greater anathema for a musician than happiness.
What follows is the sound of a happy woman trying to find something to b***h about and it’s completely unconvincing and lacking credibility, the polar opposite of her debut. There are still signs that Martha knows what she’s doing however. You Cheated Me is slightly stilted and clearly built around the excellent chorus but it’s well worth listening to. All of the drama and honesty briefly shows itself as she soars into the title lyrics of Bleeding but fades all too quickly into a mish-mash of styles, switching between folk, rock and mini-orchestral epics that her brother could create in his sleep. There’s also a unbelievable tepid cover of Floyds See Emily Play. Even when given the material, MW cant seem to muster anything vaguely interesting.
None of the edge, humour, bravery, drama or songs are evident here and this album which will prove a jagged little pill for her fans to swallow.
4/10
Fast forward 10 years on from the then heralded Jagged Little Pill and the musical world is a different place. Pop dragons are a dying breed in a world now inhabited by Alanis disciples, who through sheer numbers managed to slay the great and ugly Westlife dragon.
None of these disciples however had ever won over the critics, who were guarded against optimism after the Alanis had so disappointed them. That was until, bathed in the glow of her brother Sir Rufus, the great Martha did arrive. And she didsth carry with her a guitar, a big mouth, a sense of humour and substantial bitterness. And lo the critics did lavish praise on the Martha and she didsth deserve it.
And so we come to the present day and like the Alanis, The Great Martha hath returned after 3 years with her new album, the rather long and soon to be abbreviated “I know you’re Married But I’ve Got Feelings Too”.
Getting right to the point here, Martha has made exactly the same mistake as her predecessor. This is a self-confessed ego project but the thing about ego is you need to know what you want and Martha is clearly caught between the folk her fans expect and her instincts to move on.
This is bland boring stuff with a big identity crisis in both style, persona and execution. The title itself should serve as a warning, not only for it’s length but for what it says. Martha has gotten married and it’s one of the oldest clichés in music that there is no greater anathema for a musician than happiness.
What follows is the sound of a happy woman trying to find something to b***h about and it’s completely unconvincing and lacking credibility, the polar opposite of her debut. There are still signs that Martha knows what she’s doing however. You Cheated Me is slightly stilted and clearly built around the excellent chorus but it’s well worth listening to. All of the drama and honesty briefly shows itself as she soars into the title lyrics of Bleeding but fades all too quickly into a mish-mash of styles, switching between folk, rock and mini-orchestral epics that her brother could create in his sleep. There’s also a unbelievable tepid cover of Floyds See Emily Play. Even when given the material, MW cant seem to muster anything vaguely interesting.
None of the edge, humour, bravery, drama or songs are evident here and this album which will prove a jagged little pill for her fans to swallow.
4/10