By Chris Willman
Updated April 30, 1999 at 04:00 AM EDT

Having lost some of their audience with 1996’s grumpy To the Faithful Departed, the Cranberries return to the commercial certainties of their original jangle, with winsome, corny, almost uniformly dreadful results in Bury the Hatchet. Dolores O’Riordan’s range runs the inexpressive gamut from dreamy affectlessness to mild, clipped anger. Not that there’s much to express in many of these ”cry…die”/”you and me, eternally” lyrics, near-nursery rhymes that occasionally veer into the subliterate. ”People are stranger/People deranged, are,” goes one jawdropper. Irish bromides, still bromides, are. D