Quiet though it may be, experienced something of a late-career renaissance with the release of his 1997 album . With that record, he shook off years of coyness and half-baked ideas and delivered an album that, for whatever its slight flaws, was both ambitious and cohesive, and it started a streak that continued through the driving album and its 2001 follow-up, . For , the follow-up to that record, tried a different tactic, returning to the one-man band aesthetic of his debut album, , its latter-day sequel, , and, to a lesser extent, the home-spun second album, . Apart from a guitar part or two, a couple of drum tracks, and, of course, the strings and horns that pop up now and again, played everything here, from the guitars and keyboards down to the bass and drums. The difference here is that instead of producing the record by himself, brought in auteur , best known as the producer behind 's and , as well as being the only producer responsible for a streamlined record. has a gift for making messy or difficult music sound simple, logical, and clean, and he has that same effect on , removing the obvious rough edges and home-spun charm that characterized Macca's previous one-man affairs. Consequently, sounds as polished as a normal album, as polished as , but the process of its creation and recording does make this a very different album from not just its predecessor, but from most of 's solo albums. It's quiet and meditative, not without its share of eccentricities, nor without its share of sprightly tunes -- certainly, the opener, is a propulsive, hooky song that burrows into your head after just one spin and sounds like a tune you've known all your life, and also zips along nicely -- but the overall feel of the record is one that's reflective and ruminative, not messy or silly. Or whimsical or treacly, for that matter, since the combination of introspective and intricately detailed but not overly fussy or polished production means that is a rare thing indeed: a album that's devoid of cuteness or easy sentiment. Which doesn't mean that it's somber or lacking in romantic material -- loves his love songs, after all -- but the tone and timbre of the album is so simple, stripped-down, and sincere that all the music resonates a little deeper and feels a little more heartfelt. If there are no outright knockouts here, there are no weak spots, either, and if the album doesn't have the sprawl and quirks or overt humor of his classic solo albums from through , that's OK, because offers something different: not only is in an unusually reflective mode, but he's made a lean, cohesive record that holds together better than his previous latter-day high-water mark, -- which is unusual, since albums rarely, if ever, come without spots of filler. The quiet nature of may mean that some listeners will pass it over quickly, since it's a grower, but spend some time with the record and it becomes clear that is far from spent as either a songwriter or record-maker and, in many ways, continues to make some of the best music of his solo career. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine