Joni may have turned to jazz, but in her seventh solo album Stevie's sticking to her folk-rock guns. There's nothing here to rival the bootylicious swagger of Edge of Seventeen, but Stevie's self-consciously witchy chanteuserie remains incomparable. Plundering Edgar Allen Poe in Annabel Lee and, bizarrely, Twilight: New Moon in Moonlight (A Vampire's Dream), Stevie reworks occultist narratives into driving pop melodies. The album's best song is the sparse ballad For What It's Worth, the swansong of an impossible relationship and the song that she needed to live through addiction and heartbreak to write. In more ways than one, it's the record of a lifetime.