Oh yeah, and she can write perfect pop. "Cinnamon Park" is the biggest summer hit that wasn't. Gleefully sampling from Chicago's "Saturday in the Park," it tells of good old days getting stoned in the park and listening to bad live music that sounds great. Hear it once, sing it for days.
The rest of the CD is alternately filled with colorful characters who dream big and famous folks who come crashing back to earth. There are also Sobule's clever laments, such as "Freshman," in which she complains that even though she is living her dream, she still needs a roommate and cooks off a hot plate. It's all done with Sobule's deceptively innocent-sounding vocals over the catchiest melodies this side of Abba. Delicious.