If Little Earthquakes was a towering first-inning leadoff home run, Tori Amos‘ last few albums have all been solid stand-up doubles. Â The Beekeeper was a Pete Rose-style sliding-headfirst triple. Â Abormally Addicted to Sin, though, is a weak hit into the shallow outfield followed by an errant throw to first, so that the runner manages to reach second anyway. Â (Okay, that metaphor is now officially abused.) Â It’s certainly not bad, but it’s far from her best work: Â I’ve listened to it four times and still haven’t found a single song which grabs me enough even to note its name.