The delirium induced by five consecutive nights without sleep was a creative tool for Jenny Lewis as she made her first solo album in six years. Or so she claims, though The Voyager's finely wrought sketches of mortality and infidelity sound like the product of months of painstaking polishing. The former Rilo Kiley singer is eminently skilled at turning the detritus of relationships into relatable lyrics, caustically writing about ageing, her biological clock and watching an ex-boyfriend move on with undue haste. Aloha & the Three Johns brilliantly captures the grimness of a make-or-break vacation: "You'd better hide the weed 'cos the maid is at the door/ I can see a John getting a handjob on the balcony below", while on the Beck-produced Just One of the Guys she's disarmingly candid about being "just another lady without a baby". Yet for all its merits – her voice is utterly pure, and the altpop textures luscious – The Voyager lacks unity. There's a touch of gleaming Haim-pop in She's Not Me, a dash of album producer Ryan Adams in track The New You, and a plethora of other influences overall.