Give considerable credit for a streak of wry self-awareness. The shrug lying within the title doesn't read as arrogance, it plays as a joke. Coming from a singer who once sneered at any emotion that came his way, this is a sign of maturity. The album -- his second as a solo artist -- sounds mature, too. Working once again with a bevy of producers headlined by and , essentially expands upon 2017's cleanly polished , relying on the same blend of comforting psychedelia and controlled six-string roar. Every song here could trace its musical roots back to -- there's a cheerful reliance on classically constructed pop tunes and heavy-booted stomps -- but consciously lacks the abandon that was present in even the band's last records. may still possess a voice that naturally adds sandpaper grit to the smoothest of surfaces, but that doesn't change that he's singing songs that aspire to be nothing pleasing pop tunes. That's why he's fortunate that he's working with the likes of . These producers -- who complement each other and occasionally collaborate -- give . considerable color and flair without seeming fussy. The productions are painted in bold, primary colors, as are the melodies, which effectively make the individual tracks easy layups for . All he needs to do is to step in and do his thing, lending these immaculate tracks personality. Granted, isn't as potent a personality as he was a quarter-century earlier, but his middle-aged control has its charms, too. He sounds relaxed on , maybe for the first time ever. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine