Yankee singer/songwriter Shireen Liane pulled a Chrissie Hynde; she left the States for London, formed a band, and got signed. This Mitch Easter–produced album is the result. It's what honey turned to harmony and guitar pop sounds like, and no hardened Pretenders/Kinks/Zombies fetish goes unmatched. There’s plenty of quixotic longing (“Autumn Teen Sound”), slow-burning indecision (“Better Think Hard”), and drug-like realizations (“No Way Down”) amid deliciously raging chords and Beatle-esque harmonies. The “Hey Douglas” hook-fest memorializes the late Gin Blossoms songwriter/guitarist Doug Hopkins, and the title song is a Suzi Quatro-y glam-slam to anyone who bought into rock ’n’ roll as mythology. Sing-song sadness reigns too, from the roiling (“Trashy Broken Heart”) to the bittersweet (“The Boy Who Wanted a Heroine”). And Hynde herself could never write a line like “Once I was three/Saw a girl dancing in a cage/Want to be like her when I grow up/Even though she isn’t in The Beatles.”