This set of songs comes with a chill of morbidity that's hard to shake.

For a better taste of Harris' harmonizing abilities, try her recent collaborations with young'uns like Bright Eyes and Ryan Adams.

Unfortunately, things do go awry more than a few times.

Listening to her debut album, you get the feeling that she breezed in and out of the studio.

Precise? Yes. But does it work your frustrations out? Only a little.

Pretty much the same as his head-banging debut, only louder and with more keyboards.

The disc is made up mostly by mid-tempo classic rockers and sweet nothing ballads. Disappointing? Well, yes.

Unfortunately, Jewel... chooses to revert to the soppy musical formula of her 1995 debut, Pieces of You.

The only sign of life is that filthy mouth and cherry-vanilla hair.

Yes, she still has an interesting voice that's beautiful and quirky at the same time, but there's so much here to sift through and nothing much that immediately grabs you.

The music on the group's debut album... feels as if it was inspired by awkward adolescent feel-up LPs by the likes of Pat Benatar and Cheap Trick.

While some of it is bitterly brilliant, too many songs veer toward being overdone or naively optimistic.

Sometimes it sounds like he's trying too hard.

These five regular San Francisco joes know a thing or two about the kind of midtempo, acoustic-based rock that makes for a smooth, radio-ready ride.

All droning guitars, snail-paced rhythms and bombastic arrangements, songs like "Schedule for Using Pillows & Beanbags" and "Your Lights Are (Out or) Burning Badly" will either raise the hairs on the back of your neck or put you to straight to sleep.

The biggest kicks come from the bedroom demos and odd covers of songs like "Blowin' in the Wind," but only the initiated will be able to stay awake long enough to hear them.

The disc's simple melodies and slightly dated alt-rock sound are unlikely to change his fortunes anytime soon.

It's too much.

The whole affair is overly polished, strangely detached and contains a thoroughly unnecessary cover of Don Henley's "Dirty Laundry."

Even though some of the novelty's worn off with Let's Bottle Bohemia, the hand claps, woo-hoo choruses and wide-eyed lyrics are still undeniably enjoyable.

Even if it doesn't wow you, Autobiography may surprise you.

The veteran singer-songwriter has opted to retreat into old-timey blues, rattling off clichés about blind horses and hog-eyed towns while laying down a halfhearted soundtrack of brushed drums, plucked guitars and woozy strings.

Sadly, The Way It Is never quite lives up to the album it could have been.

Unless you are the president of the NRA or addicted to Cops-type tales, 50 Cent's debut is strictly small change.

Even though he didn't use Godrich's elegant landscaping to its full advantage, we'll still listen to what this man has to say.

The 22-20s are simply more of the same--the same clichés, the same melody-free blasts of noise, the same old garage rock that sounds positively primitive.

BT's attempts at rock 'n' roll lead to schizophrenic sloppiness.

So, it's not exactly a musical revolution in the making, but it'll sure be easier to tell her apart from Vanessa Carlton from now on.