is more clever and appealing as an album title than Dabbler, yet the latter would be much more emblematic of 's third studio album. is up-front about his lane changes, not just by admitting to the press that it does not sound like him, but also through the album's lead single. decked out in giddy synthesizers a la 's tolerated-or-loathed (or, OK, the glitziest part of 's ), sounds like an increasingly bad fit with each play, full of simpleminded gestures ("Dying to meet you/So let's mess around") while benefiting from 's upstaging, off-the-cuff, don't-give-a-damn appearance. Following it is a relatively characteristic breakup song (albeit one where an Auto-Tuned shows up to rhyme "kiddies" with "titties") that effectively sets the tone for the album's all-around erratic nature. There's a show-stopping ballad, a reggae-flavored feature, flashes of tropical lushness, a couple throwbacks to soul-informed soft rock, a clumsy track full of chunky synth riffs, a brave topical message song to close, and a couple other diversions throughout. The album's lack of focus would go down easier if a majority of the songs had the feeling and finesse of the highlights from and ; the hooks aren't nearly as memorable and come off as forced, and often sounds like he is being fed directions on what emotions to channel ("scorned, belligerent"; "heartbroken, twinkle in eyes") while remaining occupied by the satisfaction that comes with hearing what his vocal cords are capable of achieving. Easily the least accomplished of his albums, is nonetheless a refreshing change of sorts, for all its faults, at least as far as missteps are concerned. Safe, retraced steps from accomplished R&B artists are all too common, and this, if anything, is nothing of the sort. ~ Andy Kellman