Well, we're not sure where this came from, but this is may just be the best album Rickie Lee Jones has ever done and, as it provides the ideal soundtrack for the work of David Sandlin just described above, we coudn't help but mention it here.  Starting off with a slow Velvets drone and working its way through her pantheon of classic rock tropes, employing a strong dose of Tom Waits, a healthy serving of the Stones (think Exile on Main St. with a dash of Beggar's Banquet), a hint of Creedence and homages to Dylan and Neil Young, Jones grafts the whole thing onto some weird mutant child of the Gospel according to Gillian Welch that involves some close readings of Biblical passages to deliver this Sermon -- on how a broken heart in search of redemption discovers that the price of redemption is precisely a broken heart -- with a sort of Jonathan Richmanesque sincerity. Did that description do this record justice?  No, probably not, so here, listen to it for yourself.