Alanis Morissette has moved away from the yodeling of yore and that music's angry stammer into something more supple: loops, bloops, an electro-tabla groove prevalent since “Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie,” a warmer set of pipes. Though she drives over some of “Flavors'” casual techno curves and industrial buzzes with ease (the cool “Moratorium”), Morissette takes herself too mawkishly seriously as a lyricist and sonic landscaper.

The chipper dance-pop of “Giggling Again for No Reason” is terrible. The strangled “Straitjacket” is tripe.

DOWNLOAD THIS: “Moratorium”

– A.D. AMOROSI