Never one to disguise his motivations, telegraphs his intentions for his second album for / with the title : fresh from a painful breakup, he delves deep into his psyche, achieving a sense of grace through exorcising demons. 's torment is apparent through his song titles -- "Fuck My Life Up Again," "Soul It Screams," and "Save Me" all arrive in quick succession -- but not in the sound of the record. Working with producer for the first time -- this is his second album for but the first he's cut at Malibu's Shangri-La Studios -- consciously steers away from high-octane blues-rock, preferring to settle into a mellow, reflective groove that's equal parts Memphis soul stew and the glistening sound of Philly. deliberately refrains from extended guitar flights, preferring to use the instrument for rhythm and texture. He even opts not to ratchet up the tempo, and the subdued rhythms, many anchored with drum loops, barely rise above a simmer. The relaxed gait and emphasis on feel push the focus onto 's voice. Pitched at a pleading falsetto, sounds raw and earnest, bending classic soul-blues form so it suits a combination of therapy-speak and visceral earthiness. If the individual songs don't quite differentiate themselves, that's not precisely a detriment, as is on an explicit interior journey, ensuring that his music mimics his moods. He doesn't avoid darkness, but he chooses not to wallow, finding instead a measure of peace in the emotional expression itself. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine