There’s something slightly disingenuous about the lyrics to the title track of the Black Key’s second solo album. Against gloriously sunny 60s pop, Auerbach cheerfully complains of his writer’s block, which is all a bit rich coming from one so clearly blessed with a gift for winning melodies. Musically, however, it sets the scene for an album recorded with the cream of the local music scene from his adopted hometown of Nashville. There’s a lovely lightness of touch to each of these 10 songs and a real lushness to Auerbach’s production. Malibu Man and Stand By My Girl are the standouts, but really you’d be hard pressed to find a weak link here.
