Chuck Prophet’s a walking contradiction. A streetwise city kid with an eye for the country, Prophet’s a West-Coast Jim Carroll, an urban John Doe. Prophet’s seventh solo album, Age of Miracles, presents so many sides to his personality that it?s a musical Rubik’s Cube. The former member of Green on Red leads off with a blues (“Automatic Blues”), detours through hip-hop with the G-Funk inspired “You Did (Bomp Shooby Dooby Bomp)” and hits the hard country for “West Memphis Moon”—all the while running his mouth like he’s starring in a Kerouac novel. The verbiage and hipster pose keep things entertaining; but there’s no substitute for the raw emotion that makes “You Got Me Where You Want Me” endearingly sad and “Solid Gold” ultimately hopeful. Because no matter how many tricks you’ve got up your sleeve, it’s wearing your heart on it that gets ‘em every time.