Sarah McLachlan
Surfacing
[Arista]
Rating: 4.2
I see you. You're there, looking at this Sarah McLachlan review. Maybe
you know Sarah's music, maybe not. Maybe you delight in the poignant
predictability that has become Sarah's career, and maybe you sneer at the
Lilith Fair and love to burn yourself with cigarettes. Maybe the crack
of your ass smells like stale sweat, or maybe it smells like roses.
Maybe you are in love with Sarah Mac, or maybe she just speaks the words
that define love for you in your world.
Sarah's been splashed all over the media for the last year or so, her
gentle, carefully coiffed face representing the progesterone- fest known
as the Lilith Fair. No more absurd, though somehow taken more seriously
than the Ozzfest, Lilith and Sarah have become as entwined as Lollapalooza
and Perry Farrell. Unfortunately, a possible result of her neverending
exposure and undoubtedly dense schedule, her recorded work is becoming,
my friends, simply boring.
Though Sarah was never considered cutting-
edge, she has contented herself with divining
tremendously poignant moments from relatively simple arrangements. This
is all well and good, and she has received well- deserved recognition for
her magnum opus, 1995's Fumbling Toward Ecstacy. But what has
she done for me lately? Surfacing rehashes the same themes, the
same chord progressions and the same sound with utterly predictable
results, giving it the feel of a collection of Fumbling b-sides.
Most of Surfacing lacks the aforementioned emotional depth that has
been her hallmark, producing an uncomfortable void when you expect her to
come through with the gut- wrenching truth to tie up the song. I see
absolutely no reason to invest your hard- earned dough on this disc, but
you will... Oh yes, I know you will. Oh God, the pain.
-James P. Wisdom