Two years after Jane's Addiction's last waltz on Lollapalooza's trail-blazing first tour Perry Farrell's Porno For Pyros have finally released its debut full-length album, Pornos for Pyros.

In that time (and about 50 Jane's bootlegs later), Farrell has become the voice of a generation --our generation. And I can't help but feel slighted. How about someone like Richard Linklater, Laura Ballance from Superchunk or Sassy Editor in Chief Jane Pratt? Yeah, that would be cool, Generation X through the eyes of Jane Pratt. Pratt could do a cute twenty-somethings alert, report on the hippest slacker gear and a tour through the best coffee shops on the East Coast.

But alas, we get stuck with ho-hum Perry Farrell who shouldn't represent anybody but strung-out artists past their 15 minutes of fame. But wait -- Farrell certainly has slacked on this record, maybe it's his way of showing he can be apathetic too. Even the song titles such as "Bad Shit," "Cursed Female," "Packin' .25" and "Sadness" suggest he's trying to hard to be our spokesmodel.

And the songs aren't much better. Imagine listening to the Jane's' "Three Days" over and over again. You get the picture? The album sounds like a meandering late '80s throwback when bass slaps were fresh and psychedelia was freshened up (remember the Stone Roses).

Tunes such as "Meija," "Pets," and "Bad Shit" make me yearn for the days when Farrell put out albums like Nothing's Shocking which, to say the least, didn't induce sleep. Even his trademark whiny voice sounds a little tired of the material.

I wish the media didn't feel the need to create generational spokesmodels like Farrell or spokesmodels at all. Judging from this album, Farrell seems to want to live up to his bestowed title. To bad he couldn't just be his usual angry self.

If you want to listen to new Farrell, buy that bootleg number 51. And let's hope Porno For Pyros is just his slacker concept album.