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Jade Jackson reveals her relative inexperience in songwriting when she opens her debut album, Gilded (Anti), with the couplet, “I grew up my father’s daughter / He said, ‘Don’t take no shit from no one.” The 25-year-old artist may well be relaying a genuine experience for all I know, but those banal lines set the tone for an album by someone who admires country music but isn’t yet able to add anything to the tradition. Though she has a powerful voice, she too often overuses mannerisms such as a catch in her throat or a melodramatic swoop into her upper register, and on tunes such as “Salt to Sugar” her admiration for Lucinda Williams becomes a straitjacket. Gilded was produced by Social Distortion’s Mike Ness, who pushes Jackson’s scrappy band away from Nashville gloss toward a lean country-punk sound that’s occasionally embroidered by ringers such as Nickel Creek fiddler Sara Watkins and pedal steel virtuoso Greg Leisz. Jackson’s songs revolve around garden-variety heartbreak, infidelity, and regret, and sometimes they spill into cliche: “Troubled End” describes how a yearning for momentary excitement ends badly, and “Motorcycle” celebrates a solitary sense of discovery on the open road. Despite these flaws, there’s something riveting about Jackson’s raw talent; if she can excise the tired country tropes and lose the self-consciousness she could give some of her outlaw idols a run for their money. My fingers are crossed.   v