Charlotte, NC's interestingly-named McCorkle is a zappy-looking guy with no hair on his cabeza except a goatee soul patch, big sunglasses, a sharp suit and matted tie, and a rock n' roll attitude that screams "hard work for your money." He also employs a voice (and delivery) that sounds much like Look Sharp Joe Jackson and My Aim is True Elvis Costello–there's just no denying he's a fan of both, given the way he sings, as well as telltale references to things like a "party dress"–it's as if he bought their voice-boxes off a special e-Bay sale. But this man of leisure spits out highly infectious, highly energetic, highly catchy, well-sung, well-written power-pop up-tunes that don't sound like either of the aforementioned. With the clean but driving production on this, his third LP (also investigate McCorkle's 1997 eight-track-record debut, Nappy Superstar, and 1999's sophomore American Ghetto Pop Machine), his harmonies ring along with his Marshall-fused guitars, which stick more to poptastic riffs out of old records we used to spin by Flamin' Groovies, The Last, The Records, Cheap Trick, Matthew Sweet, Tommy Keene, and even the early Smithereens. And, just for a different taste, "God in a Box" borrows heavily from The Pixies. Sometimes he gets a little too cute and ends up sounding like The Knack ("My Own Sound"), but mostly the drums are too punchy and the guitars too pistol-packing for this to be some lame new wave revival. Jet Set Baby may sound nostalgic to a point, but melodic guitar-pop of his stripe and earnest songs with titles such as "Does She Really Know," "This Girl," and "She Can't Count the Stars" never go out of date. Well done.