A more mature, calculated album from a star who's often gloried in being immature and spontaneous, may suffer from comparisons to its excellent predecessor, but it also finds weathering the sophomore storm quite well. While ' debut was infectious and outrageous, the second is indeed a more studied album. The opener, begins very well, with the spot-on lyrics: "My breath smells of a thousand fags/And when I'm drunk I dance like me Dad," and "Early morning when I wake up/I look like but without the makeup." Many of the tracks on show an undeniable growth, both in songwriting and in artistic expression; two of the highlights, and are sensitive, unapologetically emotional songs that may not be as immediately catchy as those on his debut, but pack a greater punch down the road. does indulge his sense of fun occasionally, playing up during the transcontinental hand-waver (which samples 's theme for ), and simply roaring through ~ John Bush