Man, is Jolie Holland ever a mess. Sure, the one-time Be Good Tanya has always populated her gothic country creepers with tales of desperate addicts, spurned lovers and hapless drifters, but with Springtime Can Kill You, Holland sings like she's trying to yank her own battered heart out of the bottom of a well of loneliness. She's lurching through alleyways, guzzling moonshine, and trying so damn hard to convince stubborn beasts to change their minds. The tinge of autobiography in these narratives makes the sentiments ring sickeningly, heart-sinkingly true. Though Holland dabbled in Appalachian blues and jazzy riffs on Escondida, Springtime Can Kill You finds her fully developing her bluegrass warble into a rich, multifaceted bellow that snakes around the jazz shimmy of the title track as easily as it sighs plaintively on folky album closer Mexican Blue. Brutally beautiful.