I had sixth-row seats to see Tori Amos back in college. Let me tell you, she was pretty fucking amazing. The way she made that baby grand melt beneath her fingers and thighs, let’s just say it made an impression. To this day, my love for the ethereal, scarlet-haired piano goddess remains strong. Sure, every now and then it seems like she breaks out the lyrics Mad Libs. I’m still waiting for someone to explain exactly what it means to catch a lite sneeze.
But Tori’s willingness to be provocative and talk about the things most people would rather not keeps her close to my heart. Rape, miscarriage, prostitution, masturbation. It’s a veritable who’s who of awkward dinnertime conversation. So, in typical Tori fashion, she appears to be back at the button pushing with her new album, “American Doll Posse,” due out May 1. A promo shot was released yesterday (click above to enlarge). With a bible in her right hand, “shame” scrawled on her left hand and blood running down her leg, I’m going to take a wild guess and say that she has a thing or two to say about the church. I can’t wait.