Over the sparse acoustic-guitar chords of her debut, this 23-year-old trains her cute, cracked voice on a string of often disappointing men — there's the restless Kierkegaard fan, the perpetually late heartbreaker, the one who left those telltale hairs on his pillow. The Borneo-born Avi gives much of the album a warm, old-jazz feel, but flat lyrics like "I shed tears I couldn't dry" make several of the songs sound like woodshedding material.