With this selection of countrified and atmospheric confessional ditties, the lead singer of L.A.โ€™s Rilo Kiley hints at Patsy Cline but more closely invokes Dusty Springfield. Jenny Lewis ponders whatโ€™s real and what loveโ€™s all about anyway while the Watsons provide pitch-perfect gospel background harmonies. All songs are originals, save an excellent cover of the Traveling Wilburysโ€™ โ€œHandle with Care.โ€ Lewis is secular, inconsolable, and she saw you in Vegas, but it wasnโ€™t pretty. Her dark tales of working-class woes and the false status symbols (alluded to in the title) that often accompany them contain a strain of darkly ironic self-analysis. All this works because the droll but witty renditions of her search for meaning avoid the cutesy in favor of an intimate sappiness.

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