JENNY Lewis, once the indie-queen voice of Rilo Kiley, hasn’t made an album for six years after she completely melted down.
Depression and extreme insomnia struck when her band imploded and her estranged father died; the sleepless nights stacked up, but for a long time the songs didn’t, until thankfully the muse re-awoke and The Voyager emerged. Lewis, whose career in showbiz began on screen aged three, has long shaken off the star trimmings to live “totally anonymously in the San Fernando Valley”.
There she crafts songs of mortality, failed relationships and human fragility, whose caustically witty lyrics are drawn to the dark side, but are countered by an ear for golden pop that echoes 1987-vintage Fleetwood Mac.
The album is, inevitably, her most personal, a cathartic release that tells the story of “the longest night of my life and the journey to finally getting some rest.” There to greet her were producers Ryan Adams, Beck and JohnathanRice, a triumvirate that makes for a record as restless as Lewis once was.