From her days in the mid-’80s with the cow-punk band Lone Justice through her subsequent solo career, McKee has been one of the most underrated singer-songwriters. Her records never sold as well as they should, but she stuck by her cozy blending of rock, folk and country.
Until now. Like any good artist, she has tried to stretch. But on her third solo effort, the change is not for the better. This is one excessively moody, guitar-heavy disc, seldom capturing the warmth and spirit of her earlier work. McKee’s fragile vocals salvage some tunes, notably the title track and “Everybody.” But most of the melodies trudge along. The album leaves you with that vaguely gray feeling you get when you’re trapped in the house on a rainy Saturday afternoon. (Geffen)