So I have the new Scarlett Jo album. I love Scarlett, bad actress but seems like a good egg (Ghost World is that shit. Scoop is underrated.) She is singing Tom Waits covers. Tom Waits is a hero. This album is sort of like if the 25-man roster of the New York Mets came to my office and rapped the Pharcyde’s “She Said” at me. Two things I love dearly coming together - and it’s not quite right. Though Jose Reyes has that swag - does he still have a reggaeton label? - I’m sure he’s no SlimKid3. Dave Sitek gussies things up way big and I suspect he’ll get more kudos than Scar. She’ll get backhanded compliments. Some songs will get blasted. But this is all about taste. Good taste makes great haste. Or something.