Where the guitarless made 's -influenced piano the axis around which everything else revolved, places the veteran sideman in the center of a full band. The more fleshed-out treatment gives him the flexibility to try new things -- witness the grace with which he appropriates 's hard-driving shuffle -- but it also seems to have instilled in him a tendency toward overly obvious arrangements. Interesting ideas are confounded by generic execution, resulting in songs that work better on paper than on disc. The title cut, for example, sets up an intriguing scenario of the sort not often explored in popular song, but ends up squandering it with female duet vocals that very predictably trade off with 's own. To be fair, not every track is overpowered by that kind of calculated slickness; the jazzy, philosophical shows that is still one of the keenest observers of human nature in contemporary . And on its best cuts, like the witty original and the incisive cover of the album chugs along with confidence and uncommon conviction. In the end, comes off as a solid but unadventurous sophomore effort for the gruff-voiced . ~ Kenneth Bays