Jack Johnson is a platinum-selling superstar, and no amount of critical lightning bolts can disrupt the behemoth of feel-good rock he’s become. And the fact that he’s crafted yet another replica batch of breezy, walk-along-the-beach jams won’t matter to his fans, who keep coming back to their sandal-footed prophet regardless.
But what’s really baffling is why Johnson can’t break out of his own safe mould, why tempos never shift past first gear and why he’s so adamantly against studio experimentation.
Some songs deal with war, and Johnson makes a heartfelt lyrical effort on tracks that have the contemplative vibe of a new father worrying about the world his kids will inherit. But the most innovative aspect of this album may be that it was recorded using solar energy.