While some names were changed (the opening “Dear Matthew” was thought to reference Dave Matthews, whom Alanis dated briefly in 1998), its frankness still feels like a bold statement of owning, and alchemising, one’s apparent failures. As with Ariana Grande’s current ode to her exes Thank U, Next, Unsent picks over specific relationships: not with anger, more with a “you live, you learn” (!) self-possession. turned the anger and confusion inwards and processed it via healing trips to India (lead single Thank U, essentially a four-minute prelude to Elizabeth Gilbert’s 2006 memoir Eat, Pray, Love) therapy (The Couch) and, on Unsent, which takes the form of a letter, an emotional purging. While its predecessor boiled with a rage that was relatable to a broader audience still reeling from grunge’s blood letting, Supposed. But perhaps it is the album’s follow-up – the solipsistic, wellness-minded Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie, which turned 20 this month – that holds greater influence in 2018. Why wouldn’t they? That 1995 classic shifted 33m copies globally, won five Grammys, redefined the word “ironic” and paved the way for a glut of copycat angst merchants (Meredith Brooks, where art thou?). A sk anyone to name an Alanis Morissette album and, unless they are wearing an Alanis Morissette T-shirt, they’ll say Jagged Little Pill.
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