Rock and country singer gets philosophical for eighth solo long-player. On Hell-On’s opening title track, Case defines divinity as capricious as “a lusty tyre fire,” fuelled by “rock, paper, scissors rage”. A few songs later, on Bad Luck, she questions her own erratic nature: “My heart could break for a one-legged seagull, and still afford nothing to you?” Images both earthy and heavenly make repeated showings, but Case’s vexing concern is troubled humans. On My Uncle’s Navy, she’s traumatised by a relation who tears the heads from snakes, yet notes, “Bullies are not born, they are pressed into form.” Several songs function nearly as spoken word (a pity for we who love Case’s belting melodies). That’s true for Curse Of The I-5 Corridor, though its chorus is classic country: “Baby I’m afraid… maybe I should go home alone tonight.” The dreadfilled music that follows suggests she doesn’t. Perhaps ambivalence is our most godly characteristic.