Here's yet another soft, layered vocal from Mr Johnson. The predictable piano and near ignorable singing pass the time quite nicely if you're in a summery mood and shopping for pineapple by the canal but unless you're having a beach party in your house there isn't much room or time for his efforts.
The super-light pop deals with a breakup - who knows, maybe this is what this time of the year needs, some upbeat separation music about having eyes at the back of your head, as we experience our highest annual divorce rates. It closes with a slightly irritating series of inexplicably cheery woos that adds little to any American charm but keeps things sounding optimistic.
The MOR acoustics sort of set him up as the surfer's James Blunt. This is not much of a compliment...
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