When writing about , the singer/songwriter who records with an ever-changing group of musicians under the name , it's customary to state his age within the first few sentences of the piece. It is also not uncommon to read comparisons between this Nebraskan singer/songwriter and , the best-known singer/songwriter to hail from the Midwest. This serves a specific purpose -- to establish a context for 's songwriting, to imply that he's some kind of "genius," not in the least for writing and recording albums at such a young age, particularly since he's been recording since the age of 13. And so many albums, too! Taking a page from the handbook, he equates prolificacy with profoundness, releasing multiple records each year, sometimes under different band names. All these critic cliches repeated ad infinitum in the new millennium's overheated media circuit settled into conventional wisdom not long after the release of his fourth proper album, , in 2002. Positive reviews, all praising his ambition, endless lyrics, and apparent sincerity, flowed in and a cult started to form around . By 2004, he was nearly inescapable, appearing everywhere from -- where was part of the Seth Cohen Starter Pack -- to representing the younger generation on Moveon.org's Vote for Change tour (which could be a reason why couldn't motivate collegiate voters), culminating in suddenly and surprisingly topping the Billboard singles charts with two singles. All this set the stage for the release of a pair of new albums in the first weeks of 2005: the acoustic-based and the -inflected . The timing is no accident: big albums are rarely released in the musical graveyard of January, so had no competition for headlines this time around. He was in every magazine, from Rolling Stone to Newsweek, and the reviews were uniformly positive, trotting out all the familiar "gifted youth" and "next " boilerplate, but this time, there was a difference. Most reviews were written from the perspective that it was taken for granted that this kid sure was a genius, the next great star. It was as if standing on-stage with and in the fall of 2004 was tantamount to inheriting their throne as statesmen, even if his music has little, if anything, to do with that of or the Boss, or for anything that could be construed as mass popular music, for that matter. comes from the post-ironic stream of , not quite but certainly not part of the arch, alternately ironic and bittersweet aesthetic that marked the style's heyday in the first two-thirds of the '90s. He's leapfrogged over in to be the figurehead for how a certain strand of modern is judged solely on whether it's a personal emotional expression or not, never taking into account such niceties as craft, in either music or lyrics, or in the sheer impact of the music. It's a million miles removed from the sprawling narratives of , the jangled Southern mysticism of , or certainly, the poetry and roadhouse of , and nowhere is that clearer than on , 's first high-profile, straight-ahead record. Last time around, shoved all of his interests into one long, overstuffed pseudo-epic, but with , he isolates the confessionals on the former and saves the messy modernistic for the latter, as if to counter the criticisms that he can't focus. is designed as a nakedly honest album, somewhat inspired by the classics of the genre in the '70s -- he even recruits for some harmonies, hoping that some of the old magic will rub off -- but its directness reveals that the emperor has no clothes. Stripped of the careening, dramatic, meandering arrangements of 's music seems not simpler, but simplistic, the plodding music acting as a bed for monochromatic melodies that merely serve as a delivery mechanism for all those words he's poured out on the page. Far from being the second coming of is as precious as , but without any sense of rhyme or meter or gift for imagery, puking out lines filled with cheap metaphors and clumsy words that don't scan. Supporters excuse this as soul searching, but the heavy-handed pretension in the words and the affectedness in his delivery -- not to mention the quavering bleat that's halfway between 's -- give the whole enterprise a sense of phoniness that's only enhanced by its unadorned production. When was swallowed in the deliberate grandeur of , his drama-queen theatrics fit the music, but here, they expose him for the shallow poseur he is. As the record winds down, it's clear that is little more than a pretty boy in a sweater whose idea of being clever is appropriating for -- a move that makes you grateful that at least knew enough to steal a lesser-known melody for (and, being the standup guy that he is, gave him a co-writing credit, something doesn't do here). is designed to be the musical polar opposite to , to be the ambitious, modernistic record that stands in contrast to the sepia-toned, classicist acoustic LP, but it suffers from nearly all the same flaws as its companion. The production and arrangements may have changed, but the music still serves as little more than a vehicle for 's tortured prose. Here, the lines are clipped instead of languid as they are on , but instead of scaling back his words and sharpening his attack, he piles on even more words, littering the songs with awkward allusions and clunky couplets. While the music moves the words forward more here than on , it's merely as punctuation for certain lyrical phrases, not for the song as a whole. Nevertheless, that variety in the music makes a more interesting listen than its companion, but only up to a certain point. Ultimately, it's hard not to feel that this album is little more than a blatant attempt to ape , right down to 's appearance halfway through the LP. Not that rip-offs are necessarily a bad thing -- it's at the heart of music -- but since lacks the most basic musical skill, which is to know how to make music sound good on a sheer sonic level, collapses in a mess of preening pretension. And don't chalk up its weakness to youth, either, or suggest that he'll get better with age. was 22 at the height of Beatlemania. At the age of 23, made released , and cut his debut. was 24 when recorded , the same age was when he released the pair of albums that prove without a shadow of a doubt that instead of reaching musical maturity, he's wallowing in a perpetual adolescence. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine