John Mayer: Battle Studies

November 27th, 20091:59 pm @ charlie baylis

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Listening to Battle Studies you get the impression that if James Blunt were born with musical ability he might be mistaken for a trans-Atlantic cousin of John Mayer. The album struggles to establish itself as some kind of search for heart-aching sincerity and comes up heart-achingly short.

Don’t get me wrong, the album is beautifully mixed and offers production so well polished that you can see your face in it, but beneath the surface the record is devoid of any real sentiment. Despite a promising opening track, most likely to be featured on the next American teen drama, Mayer struggles to get out of second gear and for the most part of the album sounds as if he’s just going through the motions.

Tracks such as Who Says, a song in which Mayer alludes to smoking so much weed and being so reckless he destroys relationships, are borderline laughable. I would be more convinced by a rendition of ‘Smack My Bitch Up’ by the Queen. Although the more subtle tracks play in Mayer’s favour far too often the lines between subtle and bland are blurred. Take War Of My Life for example; it’s a solid track that might deserve a few spins but you’re more than likely to have fallen asleep by the end of the second play.

Readers may be surprised to find I actually like John Mayer, but hold him in the same same regard as the frustrated teacher whose star pupil keeps forgetting his homework. Mayer is capable of so much more and perhaps that’s why Battle Studies is ultimately so disappointing. Its not often you can find a commercially successful artist who can compete with Jason Mraz for the “least offensive/most obvious singer songwriter” award.

John Mayer aficionados (American females 18-30) are likely to look past the seemingly vacuous nature of this album and fall in love with John all over again, however, music lovers will be less impressed. It’s painstakingly obvious John Mayer is immensely talented as a guitarist, we want him to play the part of the heartbroken loner with blues in his soul or the guitar shredding rock legend, instead he opts for ‘sap with a Strat’.

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