Before he became the most sought-after roots-rock producer, T Bone Burnett specialized in stern rocknoir chronicles and on The True False Identity, his first solo record in 14 years, he still does. With its clanging rhythms and oblique social commentary, the disc does a good job of capturing the current climate of apprehension, paranoia, and malaise; Burnett's depictions of a world gone wrong ring truer than ever. Ultimately, though, his pinched delivery and humorless moralizing wear thin; by album's end, you wish he'd just start a blog.

