“If I’d have treated you like crap, you’d have probably stayed,” muses Idgy Vaughn at the start of her arresting debut album. Unlike the run-of-the-mill self-pity mavens that populate the contemporary American songwriting landscape, this girl has a sense of hands-on revenge to go along with her dark view of life. The cover shot, with that scattershot look of Edge City desperation on her face, makes you believe she might actually have just acted out the murder fantasy in “Dragging the River” because when she sings, “Do I look like the dangerous type?” you know what the answer is, pink mini dress, small hands and colorful cowboy boots notwithstanding. Vaughn wisely decided to take these short stories about everyday American tragedies to Austin, where she got the proper support from producer Paul Pearcy, rather than Nashville, where she’d have to alter her visions to fit the Homeland Propaganda Machine. “Lives like mine are lived and died unremarked a thousand times,” she explains in “Midwestern Biography,” the story of a family farm swallowed up by Agribusiness. This album is her fitting vengeance.