She’s a sweet gal – and no, she won’t mind us describing her as such – with a voice that could raise blisters on a corpse. Still, the Rilo Kiley singer’s solo foray into bruised country-rock is several emotional scars short of convincing. You need to have lived through real pain to get away with this material. Lewis’ travails are, one suspects, strictly of the first world ‘mocha or latte grand? – being top of the Starbucks queue is SUCH a dilemma’ blend.