Disc 1 1. Ain't That The Way 2. O.K. 3. Garden Of Simple 4. Tamboritza Lingua 5. Marrow 6. Heartbreak Even 7. Harvest 8. Kazoointoit 9. Whatall Is Nice 10. What How When Where (Why Who) 11. Fierce Flawless 12. Rock Paper Scissors 13. Beautiful Night Disc 2 1. Your Next Bold Move 2. This Box Contains... 3. Reckoning 4. So What 5. Prison Prism 6. Imagine That 7. Flood Waters 8. Grey 9. Subdivision 10. Old Old Song 11. Sick Of Me 12. Don't Nobody Know 13. School Night 14. That Was My Love 15. Revelling 16. In Here

Say this about Ani DiFranco's sprawling new 29-track double CD, Revelling/Reckoning: Nary an inch of space sounds wasted or misused. That's because -- in keeping with the Righteous Babe D.I.Y. ethos -- it's a come-as-you-are affair, laced with a most personal collection of songs you can spend a little time getting inside of, place them down for a while, and return to at your leisure without missing a nuance. If nothing else, it makes navigating through two-plus hours of truly ambitious music a mite more manageable. No grand theme or concept distinguishes the discs -- simply volume. The Revelling disc is a louder and more musically diverse affair. Everything from tightly stretched funk with a hip-hop vocal cadence ("Ain't That the Way"), to gently sweeping examinations of the heart and head ("Marrow"), to a laundry list of personal assessments anchored by the Stewart Copeland-esque kick drum and hi-hat interplay supplied by Ani D. herself ("Kazoointoit") finds its way into the mix. The Reckoning portion plays like one, elongated, sad strum on a nicked and bruised acoustic guitar. It's probably not coincidence that the bluer-than-blue "So What" follows the folky twitch of "Reckoning." DiFranco speaks to the same wayward soul in both, with words such as "You can doubt anything if you think about it long enough," and "Who's gonna take the call / when you find out that the road ahead is painted on a wall" falling upon the same set of deaf ears. Not every moment of Revelling/Reckoning is a winner. But the record is probably DiFranco's first where all the tags -- staunch D.I.Y.-er, feminist, bisexual folk-punk -- and the baggage of her brutally personal songwriting play second fiddle to the songs found within. Pat Berkery