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The latest wave of laid-back, Cali-bred coffeehouse folk-mongers has long been lacking a feminine touch -- a flaw that's corrected with flair on this San Diegan's major-label bow. Like kindred spirit Jack Johnson, Prettyman began her public life as a competitive surfer, a mellow-yet-physical pursuit that brings its vibe to her sly, languid melodies. Despite her tender age -- check the album's title -- Prettyman doesn't come across as particularly wide-eyed or naïve. Sure, songs like the undulating "Love Love Love" show that she views the world through the positive end of the emotional prism, but there are no rose-colored glasses perched on the edge of her nose. Her complexity is echoed in her vocal tone, which eschews the little-girl-lost plaint so often favored by this generation's female folkies in favor of a subtly throaty purr that conveys a potent sensuality -- particularly on the slinky, syncopated "Shy That Way," a duet with San Diego homeboy Jason Mraz, and the beckoning "Simple as It Should Be." Prettyman credits Ani DiFranco with helping her decide to pick up a guitar in the first place, and that forebear's influence shines through here and there -- most noticeably on the cutting "Song of the Rich." But for a performer with a comparatively short time in the trenches, Tristan Prettyman has developed a voice -- in all senses of that word -- that's very much her own, definitely indicative that she'll be worth following as she passes through the rest of those 20s -- and beyond. David Sprague, Barnes & Noble