"All the perfect drugs/And superheros/ Wouldn't be enough/To bring me up to zero," sings Aimee Mann on the opening track ("Humpty Dumpty") of this, her fourth solo offering.

"All the perfect drugs/And superheros/ Wouldn't be enough/To bring me up to zero," sings Aimee Mann on the opening track ("Humpty Dumpty") of this, her fourth solo offering. One track later, "High on Sunday 51," finds the singer/songwriter begging a beloved to "let me be your heroin." Yes, Mann, the recording artist, remains one tortured soul—albeit an insightful, thought-provoking one. Sonically rich, Lost in Space is home to some of Mann's most intimate storytelling—themes of addiction, missed connections resulting in isolation, and emotional rescue prevail—which is really saying something considering the deft tales told in past albums like Bachelor No. 2, Whatever, and the soundtrack to the film Magnolia. Like many pharmaceuticals, Lost in Space is risky and addictive. Unlike many pharmaceuticals, it doesn't seem to have any disastrous side effects.—MP