Ever wonder who was the mook that decided shoe gaze was a good thing for a genre? Probably some mook who grew up in a house where jazz thrushes singing about how much life sucked was the soundtrack for the story of his life. Wicks does the thrush/cabaret thing without a touch of the tortured artist effect that goes with the genre all too often. Adding her own special sauce to the mix by doing some snappy writing as well, Wicks has no problem with getting interior and personal but even when life isn't going right, she doesn't drag you down an open manhole with her. Easy swinging jazz vocal for those who thought the genre would have to rely on oldies but goodies hereafter and could enjoy the tonic. Check it out.