Alanis Morissette, now on album number eight, appears to be very happy and very into motherhood. Which is great for her, but less great for her music. When unavoidably held up to her own high water mark of a monster 1995 album – the savage, sexy, scornful Jagged Little Pill – this latest sounds woefully hobbled by tender feelings. There's a lone belter in the anthemic, power chord-heavy Guardian, but for the most part these songs are entirely lacking in bite, dragging through limp soft rock and even softer sentiments and reaching their nadir in the execrably squishy ballad Til You.