I've always been an admirer of uniqueness. It is a trait rarely seen, especially with music. It is much easier it seems to copy something that works than it is to create something that stands completely on its own. Fiona Apple, with her new album, has accomplished something that cannot be compared to any other music out there - in the same way that a schizophrenics view of reality cannot be compared to the general publics. This album is unrecognizable as anything other than a middle schooler who has first discovered GarageBand. The music is filled with disharmony, silly, childish lyrics, and strange discordant sounds. It's as if Fiona is seeing how stupid we are; how much money we'll give her. This album isn't melodic, it isn't clever, it isn't coherent. I struggled just to get through it once. I could not recommend this album under any circumstance. It's just sad.
