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It takes supreme confidence in your abilities to cut a debut album that embraces a barnburning Cajun fiddle instrumental; a moody, Diane Warren-penned pop heartbreaker originally cut by Cyndi Lauper ("I Don't Want to Be Your Friend"); a Zep-influenced heavy rock grinder ("Easy on Your Way Out"); and a stack of original songs. Welcome 16-year-old, Louisiana-born-and-bred wunderkind Amanda Shaw, on whom too much praise cannot be heaped. She writes with a wisdom befitting a more worldly lass, attacks the fiddle with a fluid, historically resonant style (betraying influences ranging from the Cajun legend Denis McGee to Doug Kershaw to Richard Greene to Stuart Duncan), and sings in a husky, pixie-ish voice that is at once innocent and earthy, sort of a cross between Kasey Chambers and Deana Carter. And what songs! The five penned by Shaw herself include a shimmering, stomping swamp-pop confection redolent of Tony Joe White ("Chimolito"); a sputtering, honking, funk ditty, "Brick Wall"; and the penetrating advisory "Pretty Runs Out," which urges, "read beyond the magazine pages / they don't tell you that a supermodel ages / don't you know / that pretty runs out." The last young whippersnapper to emerge with the whole musical package so fully formed, so fluent in the pan-cultural lingo, and so unabashed in revealing the heart was Nickel Creek's Chris Thile. That's heady company to be in, but Shaw gives every indication of following the same adventurous direction that's invigorated Thile's work in and out of Nickel Creek. She's arrived, and she belongs. David McGee, Barnes & Noble