Heaven 2 is a road album of sorts, where the Chicago songwriter breaks out for fresh territories. Whether toward or away from something is anybody’s guess. What keeps things real, what keeps them compelling, is the cigarette-ash astringency of LaLa LaLa’s central melodies. No matter how far she drives from the big city, her songs will, perhaps, always have a tough urban grit to them . . .
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