Boho grande dame Rickie Lee Jones's follow-up to 03's politically charged The Evening Of My Best Day disc stems from an ambitious concept. Spiritual philosopher Lee Cantelon recruited musician pals to collaborate on a spoken-word version of his book The Words, a contemporary spin on Jesus' teachings in plain language. Working from memory, Jones started jamming on lead track Nobody Knows My Name during a casual session at Marc Chiat's Exposition Blvd studio, and the result was transcendental. But don't get fazed by that heady back story. Jones frames the core spirit of the Good Book - love, compassion, forgiveness - in the soul of a barefoot backstreet wanderer, speckling her complex lo-fi rock 'n' soul ballads and dumpster-diving percussive roots bangers with images of ketchup-smeared diners, pimps and jukeboxes. The divine is as familiar in Silverlake as Jerusalem. Producer Rob Schnapf adds echoing empty spaces and builds haunting arrangements of dulcimer, xylophone and Moog around Jones's passionate vocals, which shape-shift from Courtney Love rock ballbuster to Lucinda Williams gravel-road country boozer. Otherworldly.