This album has rave reviews but I have no idea how, it's drivel. Which is fine with me as long as I don't have to listen to this again! This album sounds like it was made by a 10 year old having a tantrum after being told they can't get Animal Crossing on the Switch! No seriously, I now know that I am uncool, not down with it and have no idea what constitutes a good album anymore. Without any consistent melodies, hooks or instrumental convergences to latch on to, I have a hard time seeing this album demand replayability or appeal to those outside of Fiona Apple's existing fanbase. The album ends on a really sour note in On I Go, a tone-less track riddled with whispers, droning vocals and the occasional dissonant buzz in the background. While Apple's vocal performance features a wide range of emotions, it rarely stands out from a technical standpoint and consistently devolves into idiosyncratic chants and war cries. Tracks like Relay and Newspaper are void of almost all instrumentation with the exception of vocals and percussion, and the album primarily relies on layered chants, yelps and howls to fill in the blanks. Tracks like Relay and Newspaper are void of almost all instrumentation with the exception of vocals and percussion, and the album primarily relies on layered I can appreciate Fetch the Bolt Cutters for its unique vision and thought-provoking lyricism, but its many quirks, bizarre vocal inflections and volatile arrangements are overwhelming at times for a new Fiona Apple listener like me. I can appreciate Fetch the Bolt Cutters for its unique vision and thought-provoking lyricism, but its many quirks, bizarre vocal inflections and volatile arrangements are overwhelming at times for a new Fiona Apple listener like me. There’s a little less **** in this world, and now we have a soundtrack for whatever world we cobble together moving forward. An album constructed in semi-isolation and released in quarantine as a big **** hug and message of solidarity. Everything contributes to this rich realization of the album and society right now, bringing the love of furry friends for the ride- who become instruments in telling the story, from barking to bone-box percussions. That moment and that big mess of feelings burst from the loosely sewn seams of every second of this album, with more focus on the relief while acknowledging the disgust and shame by poking fun at the fact that they were even there, ripping away the undeserving power of those feelings.
That moment of quiet tension, drenched in sadness/disgust/shame for what happened and yet this giant overwhelming glow of relief and hope when GA says “Fetch the bolt cutters”. I remember when the name of the album started to trickle out into the world. This review contains spoilers, click expand to view.
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