You probably have some sort of idea in your head of what constitutes Ray Davies music. And it's very likely that idea has been largely, if not entirely, formed via the sounds The Kinks made from 1964 to, say, 1971. Suffice to say, Davies does not share your view. His solo album Other People's Lives (V2) is an honest reckoning with a number of facets of his discography; not just the lusty garage rock and bittersweet Anglo-pop of yore, but also the commercially-gainful-if-oft-artistically-dubious radio-rock that The Kinks cranked out in the late-'70s and early-'80s. But Other People's Lives—long-delayed even if he hadn't been shot in the leg in New Orleans in early 2004—is also the most consistently viable disc Davies has made in decades. Finally back to truly giving a shit, he's created an album-length ode to all kinds of hangovers, from the literal ones clogging heads in "Things Are Gonna Change" and "Is There Life After Breakfast?" to the emotional hangovers following busted relationships, escapes to foreign lands and lonely holidays. Other People's Lives—who is he kidding? The heartfelt truths of the album are of a piece with Davies' own story.

Tue., March 21, 8 p.m., $34.50-$39.50, Tower Theatre, 69th and Ludlow sts., 215-336-2000, www.electricfactory.com.