Chambers's pinched, girlish voice had a coyly ingratiating appeal on her 2002 hit "Not Pretty Enough," but it can get a bit grating after 14 songs. On the Australian's third disc, her delivery–which suggests Shirley Temple on tequila–works nicely on "Pony," which is about a little girl's fantasies ("When I grow up I want a baby/I'm gonna name it after Ralph Stanley"). But the 28-year-old alt-country singer sounds like a Lolita on too many of the album's other tracks, and the bratty overtones don't help on the already whiny "For Sale," on which she complains about the "plastic way of living" that success has imposed on her. Maybe Chambers is going for the frail, disaffected sound of her idol Lucinda Williams. Maybe she is singing in a style that would appeal to her 2-year-old son Talon. Either way, this is a less than heavenly effort.