Sometimes, an album just isn’t for you. You don’t straight up despise an album like that, you just resolve never to listen to it again. You see its merits, but just can’t get into it. That’s what has happened here.
Ani Difranco takes two things that I’m not a huge fan of—raging feminism and folk music—and combines them in something that I’m sure is great for what it is. First off, let me clarify—I am neither a womanizer nor a misogynist—I just find it obnoxious when any viewpoint is taken to an extreme stance. I don’t feel that it’s necessary to clarify why I don’t like modern folk music…if that upsets you, you may have to reevaluate your choices in both music and life.
Perhaps I’m being a bit unfair to Ms. Difranco, though. It’s not like every word that she sings on this record is a call to bra burning. No, those are just the ones that I remember, and they did occur a few too many times for my liking.
Honestly, I think that my dislike for this record is due mostly to the fact that it—as most folk music does—bored me. I like a quick tempo and a catchy hook every now and then. Not that every band that I listen to needs to be like early Los Campesinos! or something, but a little excitement every now and then goes a long way with me. I have to listen to a new record every day. Unfortunately, Out of Range doesn’t have anything that I found too captivating, and annoyed me with its lyrics. I’m pretty sure that I am not the target audience, though.
Swole Ear 
I’m all for folk, but listening to Ani Difranco just makes me feel like a misogynist ass-face.