The title track is a sludgy blues rant that manages to sound warmly familiar and entirely new at the same time. That’s the kind of record this is: little starbursts of surprise punctuating well-worn songs that feel as comfortable as a worn flannel shirt. By the time she hits album-closer “Rock and Roll Outlaw”, McCue is declaring, “I’m on my way!” Given the strength of this record, the listener would be be foolish to disagree. Good call, Lucinda.