Palais theatre, Melbourne
The Jagged Little Pill singer’s first Australian show in two decades is no angst-ridden nostalgia trip; bristling with rage, her lyrics are as relevant as ever
When Alanis Morissette released Jagged Little Pill in 1995, it didn’t leave my Discman for months.
Her diary-style confessionals were catnip for a deeply uncool preteen like me: unashamedly earnest and angsty, and very pissed off. She sung-shouted about the complexity of womanhood in almost every song, and my parents even let me sing along to the rude bits (a welcome relief, no doubt, from my Salt-N-Pepa phase).