Jack Johnson – In Between Dreams review

I’m on track three and already I want to go outside and walk around and remind myself that things are ok. But not that ok. Jack Johnson sounds pretty chuffed about something. Maybe it’s the fact that he called track three Banana Pancakes, and got away with it! Oh he is a one…

I think I’ve taken against this guy. His songs of domestic bliss are pointless. I’m sure many will call it soulful, I call it smug, self-satisfied. It’s like listening to the thoughts of the beautiful girl in a club who everyone’s looking at, and she’s going “Yeah, what? I know.”

The production is clean, crisp, boring, unimaginative, dull. In fact, reuse the previous adjectives for his voice.

Right, now imagine a skinny white boy in his early twenties who’s a bit of a musical snob pulling a face and bending his arms to make a physical inverted comma as you read the following half-sentence: “jazzy” guitars, “funky” drums and “bluesy” licks. Did you get the real look of distaste on that face? Did you really over-exaggerate those inverted comma finger bends? I do hope so.
I’d say he sounded like Ben Harper if I’d manage to get my way through a Ben Harper song without having to leave the room to squash something.

So, to conclude – oh wait, there’s some wah wah guitars now. Make it stop.