The Most Disappointing Albums of 2008, Starring Jenny Lewis

Greetings! Welcome to 2009! With the calendar freshly turned over, we should, really, be full steam ahead, looking at, say, the amazing slate of albums (Animal Collective, Antony, Andrew Bird, A.C. Newman... and that's just the As) that're on the way in January. But a day into the ought-nine, I'm still feeling like last year needs more quantifying.

I recently knocked up a list of The Most Disappointing Albums of 2008. 'Disappointing,' of course, doesn't mean the worst; many of the albums, herein, are pretty good taken at their own measure. But, due largely to the impressive histories of the artists who'd made them, or the weight of expectations that each came loaded with, these were the records that felt like the biggest letdowns.

Earning pride of place (well, so to speak) on the list is Jenny Lewis's disheartening second solo disc, Acid Tongue, which the songstress styled in the vain of insidiously-slick, '70s singer-songwriter type records. Lewis talked about Acid Tongue, her musical history, the beginnings of Rilo Kiley, and her the over-documentation of the new millennium in a promotional conversation with me recently; a ramblin' interview that featured naught in the way of conversational disappointment.

Hope you enjoy such fine reading. And let us also hope that 2009 shall be a year light on musical disappointment. Okay?