Lynne's new album is all about her perspective. Nearly every song here could've been inspired equally by a lying lover or by a lying label exec -- "I got your message on the phone," she cries early on, "Told me what we had was only business" -- but a substantial portion of the album's power is in the way it matters that Shelby Lynne is a Southerner. Most obviously this comes off in the music, which is country in only the most liberal sense of the term. Lynne and producer Bill Bottrell (who has worked with Sheryl Crow) take us on a country-soul road trip, waving along the way at Dusty in Memphis, Aretha in Muscle Shoals, Sammi Smith in Nashville -- and each old sound gets blended and updated, reborn as part of Lynne's living present. Furthermore, Lynne's songs convey a distinctly Southern comfort with the inevitability of pain and its inseparability from joy: "I'm looking up for the next thing that brings me down," she sighs heavily at one point, and you can hear in her husky drawl that she knows they will both, the up and the down, arrive soon enough. Shelby Lynne finds moments of joy in singing her blues and, like each of us really, her blues are who she is.