AtlanticGiven that his 2008 breakthrough was courtesy of the anaemic cod-reggae of "I'm Yours", it would have been unreasonable to expect Jason Mraz's fourth album to be a carnival of envelope-pushing thrills, but even by his own standards this is stupefyingly insipid and pedestrian fare.He's not helped by clunking lyrics that alternate between the ludicrous ("We are spiralling down in gravity" bravely reimagines Newton) and the banal ("In Your Hands" is a veritable thesaurus of break-up cliches...
Guardian Music — AtlanticGiven that his 2008 breakthrough was courtesy of the anaemic cod-reggae of "I'm Yours", it would have been unreasonable to expect Jason Mraz's fourth album to be ... more info