This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
In the aftermath of Alanismania, it seemed like every female vocalist with a big voice and a bigger therapy bill got a record deal.
Well, all except one, anyway — and as usual, the major labels missed the best of the bunch. Meet L.A. singer Betsy Martin, singer for sinister electro-fiends Purr Machine. As the two blokes behind her crank out delirious fever dreams full of brooding synths and throbbing rhythm, Martin keens like a qawwali queen, bellows like Grace Slick feeding her head and conjures up enough angst in a single syllable to leave Ms. Morissette cowering in the corner. She’s somebody you oughta know.
