Jewel's tales of modern day small town America with "mothers on the stoop" and "boys in souped up coupes", of love, lust and other all-consuming human questions, are all cleverly worded. Indeed, when she lets herself go, her vocals can be entertaining in a Sheryl Crow meets Chrissie Hynde kind of way. It's just that the recording is buffed and polished to within an inch of its life while the largely less than memorable tunes breeze by without the least sense of event.