And then it comes...Whap! A slap in the face. Tell it like it is, Liz. Belt it out. Don't hold anything back. Don't break on the words, don't give in on that melody. Ok, not the greatest voice. But Dylan couldn't sing either. But she can convey her emotions through her voice better than anybody.

Just a woman with a guitar and a notepad. And man what a notepad. Honest. Real. Revenge! Man, the guy who jilted Liz Phair will never be able to date another woman again. Brutal. Just brutal. Who did this to the poor girl? And was it worth it if we got this album out of it? I don't know what she's better at, playing acoustic or the electic guitar. "Oh, what ever happened to a boyfriend? The kinda guy who tries to win you over?" I wouldn't want to tangle with Liz at a party. Five feet two inches of pure fury, fire and passion. Pity the man who tries to get into her head.

There isn't any need to make this sound studio produced or polished. Just give the woman a microphone. Take each song in, one at a time. Absorb each song in its entirety before moving on to the next. Think of the album as an 18-step program to breakup recovery. Dwell. Then get over it.

"Letters and sodas" indeed. This is an amazing album.

Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya...PUNK?


A minor follow up.....   December 2, 1999
3 out of 4 found this review helpful

Okay, so I came back to see how people have been reviewing Liz..I myself am still obsessive about this brilliant and completely incredible album after much time...but I feel sad for the people who've reviewed but can't appreciate this work. So maybe I am a white chick from the suburbs and maybe I love Liz and her music perhaps more than others but COME ON people show a little respect. I'd like to see you come down here and try it. LIZ IS AMAZING! If you haven't bought this...DO IT! YOU'LL ADORE IT. I did. Give it a chance, it'll become a part of you. Okay just had to throw in my two cents. Again. Sorry. :)