Jack Johnson, the Sixth. The Hawaiians does again what he does best, nice music with a high relaxation factor and campfire touch. Ok, who knows Hawaii can understand the man, and he is not starving and have enough time for surfing and music has, he has no reason to be rebellious and to grapple with the social Konflickten on the islands. Musically not tear the guitarist his stylistic boundaries this time one but remembers after the somewhat bulky early predecessor (To The Sea) back to the old levels of the first three albums (Bushfire Fairytales, On And On and In Between Dreams). Beautiful, light-winged melodies for easy listening by the way. Lyrically the bard, this time trying not to sink into the Anspruchlosigkeit, a little philosophy, a little bit of nature - finished the arbor. In Singer and songwriter camp there are more interesting artist, but the success is Mr. Johnson right. And frankly it's exactly why I like his music. The new songs reach for me, not the charm and liveliness of the first three album, but leave as they damn well going into the ear and mitwippen casual the foot while listening and mixing, mastering and presentation (very nice booklet) also fit, would be 4 star as overall grade in it. But now comes the BUT that refers exclusively to the vinyl version. Unfortunately, the black disk is what the pressing concerns not the hammer. Crackling and popping murky even after several washes on the Xiban the joy to come some nasty noises that indicate coarser Press errors in the grooves. Now one can say that these days yes no large quantities are pressed, the cutting and pressing technique is only difficult to repair etc. and there just minor quality defects in it. Other pop productions (eg Adele - 21) punish those arguments but lies, because if the record companies really want, then it will come with high-quality black gold. As a self-confessed vinyl junkie, I regret to say that it is probably better to buy the CD.