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In the wake of last year's Strange Little Girls, I was afraid that Tori Amos had lost it. Up to that album, she had never feared straying deeper and deeper into her own little imaginary country, leading on a fiercely loyal troupe of fans, taking them under the pink, past choir girl hotels, and even to Venus and back, braving little earthquakes and gathering boys for Pele. Though the terrain became rough from time to time, it was always magical. And then . . . Strange Little Girls — a curious collection of covers, the concept typically being male songs sung from a female perspective. The idea had merit and was executed with style and care, but lacked the particular inspiration of her previous endeavors.
Well, let's get any doubt out of the way: Scarlet's Walk, her new album and her first for Epic, marks a triumphant return to form. It is an ambitious and lengthy affair, clocking in at seventy-odd minutes and eighteen tracks, but make no mistake about it: La Tori delivers the goods, and then some. She has managed to recapture the warmth and intimacy of her earlier work and, more importantly, to add another couple potential classics to her already impressive repertoire. She may even have finally thrown the weight of Little Earthquakes, which proved to be a lasting point of reference to all that followed, off her shoulders.
Certainly, Scarlet's Walk is Tori's best since 1996's Boys For Pele. The focus is back on her songwriting skills and her unique piano playing set to an overall tone that is calm, modest, and almost serene. This suits the purpose of ensnaring the listeners, as opposed to overwhelming them, and thus enabling them to gradually discover more and more of the beauty of the landscape contained within. Some of the most memorable chapters in Tori's mythical tale of her own private America are songs like the single 'A Sorta Fairytale' and 'Carbon,' songs that will resound in your head for days, or the majestic 'I Can't See New York'; like 'Taxi Ride' with it's killer chorus, and 'Gold Dust,' the fittingly introvert and touching finale.
In closing, let me stress once more that this is an album that demands your close attention in order for it to disclose it's qualities and secrets, but be advised: Dress warm, 'cause if you lose your way during a walk in these woods, you won't get home for a long time.
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