To enjoy Alanis Morissette’s latest, it’s best to pretend Jagged Little Pill never happened. With years and enlightenment, Morissette has lightened up considerably since that blistering 1995 debut, swapping angst for Enya, bitterness for serenity. Her layered, polished, almost inspirational pop has its moments here, notably with the piano-driven “Havoc,” and her familiar attitude surges as she dissects everything from misogyny (“woman down”) to the pitfalls of fame (“celebrity”). But the effect is pretty, not powerful. If only her sound still ran as dark as her emotions.
★★ ½ (out of 5 stars)