Reuniting with tribute-album master Hal Willner for another intricately arranged and wide-ranging covers collection, this fallen British Invasion angel again proves she lacks the flexibility that jazz demands — she simply can’t swing. But when she interprets material (from downbeat bards Randy Newman, Colin Meloy, and others) that matches the drug-ravaged wreckage of her vocal chords, she kills: This will likely be the only time songs by Dolly Parton and Morrissey coexist as equally devastating accounts of personal apocalypse.
