Greg Johnson: Swing the Lantern - review
Suffering the loneliness of the long-distance file-sender, for this one he opted not to patch the thing together, but to get a bunch of musicians in a room to perform his latest batch of sophisticated, slightly jazz-informed pop songs.
Johnson coasts along like a Los Angeles lounge lizard.
The galling thing about Johnson is that he’s a proficient songwriter with all the right inflections and chord changes and major/minor melodies, and even a few smart rhyming couplets. But despite that, all 11 songs are as dull as a brick doorstop and Johnson coasts along like a Los Angeles lounge lizard. The music is unflinchingly unimaginative, and the songs — about staying up to midnight to see the first rain in a year, having a party for which no invitations were sent — are entirely lacking insight.