Where is the intimacy of the predecessor?

Lange was awaited, even herbeigefleht but the expectations are a little disappointed, comparing the latest album with his predecessors. After recently hearing notice that the tracks are designed but a little more on the masses and the wonderful intimacy of "A book like this" and "Down the Way" (painfully) can miss.
Sure the songs are still far above the average, but they touch not long way. Overall, the whole album works more pop, faster and in time a bit pushy. Former tracks have ingratiated with its gentle melodies at the listener, so they are trying now to gain access by force, or to ingratiate yourself.
Clearly, still fascinate the two but the Feinfühlkeit here acts strangely placed and in time affects the entire album something "rundgelutscht". Even the drums frequently used works not always convincing. The singer / songwriter share and folk influences versuppen something new, hasty style. The concerns of the two (or Rick Rubin), it was probably to make the music a bit more danceable and entromantisieren.
Everyone has the right to change his music to be re-discover, to experiment, but here, many no longer sounds so long rousing. If this were a record, so you'd miss the familiar pops and crackling noises, which produces these so familiar stealth. But maybe shoot the two still one or another solo album after.

With the new album, it behaves a bit like driving a car: If you previously rumbled with the top down on a country road, the car roars now straight along the highway. With all the other.
One wishes the two somehow an exit back to itself.