Phillips and producer-husband T Bone Burnett have been accused of trying to channel John Lennon, and they're unapologetic enough to wrap this one up with a surly, muted version of Lennon's spiteful "Gimme Some Truth." It's an appropriate capper, given the high level of social protest already registered through "Martinis." But where Lennon lobbed most of his Molotov cocktails at militarists and squares, Phillips has it in for the hedonist pop culture. If this is one of the soberest albums you're likely to hear this year, the music is still a wonderfully druggy punch.