It took three albums, but 's finally made it. What does that mean? It means that he's finally assembled the record he's been trying to put together since his debut (which was a good record). is a fully realized collection of solidly crafted songs that are as lyrically substantive and poetic as the music that goes with them. Produced by and for , is the epitome of the street rocker with a poet's heart. Rolling in California, for the first time on a record -- and for the first time above 14th Street in New York City -- recruited old pal to play guitar on a couple of cuts, to sing a backing vocal, and some guy named to help him sing a duet on killer little called complete with strings. This cut is the proof, though the record is filled with it, that has become one of those fine storytellers who has equal parts melodrama, hedonism, poetry, swagger and timing. The story of a former lover, someone hidden from the view of the protagonist, as ' guitars entwine with a piano and strings and ambient sounds, the tempo is slow and 's croon sounds like a man on the fire escape reminiscing to the night sky: "She used to talk about astrology/She was born in June/She danced with strangers and celebrities/Empty stars and full moon/I was thinking about the universe/For what it's worth/Or the one about the phoenix bird/That died and then returned." He jumps right back with the wild rocker and evokes all the desperation of the bleary-eyed romantics in the young with the soul of and the savvy wisdom of and is louder and prouder than all three. is another city story, it's all blazing guitars and sweet melodies. There's a wild vulnerability in the singer though he's trying hard to be in control. well, we know who that one's about. There are a few songs on her album about , too. But doesn't have to wait until the middle of the record to shine. He does it from the first cut, when he leaves the -ish tinge present on his earlier records for good. The ringing guitars on become a lone acoustic that gives way to a cracking snare and big ringing electrics courtesy of : "We were born in flames, maiden names/Suburban homes, make your bones/Bite your lip, take the fifth...And it's my generation and the whole world is breakin my heart." He goes out of it roaring with all the romance can promise when it splits reality in two: "Don't let them take you down/It's a beautiful day/Don't let them mess you around." Coming up in the '80s through the scene, 's proving that he's matured but that he believes, though he's got no illusions about what's happening all around him. Speaking of the '80s, 's got the cojones to cover 's mighty anthem and turn it into a piano-laden that gives way to screeing feedback guitars that line the background. It's brave but it's a misstep, because with his presence, he might have pulled it off with all the raging six-string power the song is due. It's a minor complaint, perhaps, because that song should never be covered. He shoots right back with a mid-tempo power by updating 's with The dramatics are more weatherbeaten this time out, the wish is more a confession of self-doubt and brokenness, but it's tight. is a fire-escape love song with an acoustic guitar that gives way to the roar of the noise of the singer's heart with a hook nearly worthy of without the retro vibe. is pure cine-song. There's a movie in here somewhere, but it's everywhere, falling out of the changes and dripping from the words like blood from a freshly opened vein. He evokes images of 's greatest moments in a weary urban tragedy that's not willing to throw in the towel just yet. provides gorgeous backing vocals and some keen organ work, too. is aptly named, because 's not posing. There's irony in the reveries and hope in the dustbin. Like , he's holding out for the glimmer, even when it's covered over by busted hearts, lost souls, and night roamers who cannot bear to see the sun come up because all the flaws will be laid bare. It's a fine look at what's left of 's promise: plenty, it seems, and shows the tatters in the seams of the younger generation's American Dream. may not be or , but he doesn't need to be; that was a different time, and he's right on schedule for his own. ~ Thom Jurek