This has got to be one of the finest summer albums you could ever hope for. Vocal-wise, if the late, great folk singer songwriter Nick Drake was a 20-something slacker surfer in Hawaii, I reckon he would sound a little like Jack Johnson.
Jack's voice is smooth, sweet and mellow and his acoustic guitar playing is so laidback that he makes it sound effortless.
The melodies are simple but memorable and the backing is minimal, giving plenty of space to Jack's gentle grooves. The acoustic guitar and vocals are backed by bass and drums, and his chilled, beautiful songs bear snatches of reggae, blues and funk as well as folk.
Jack, a former pro surfer, has gained his musical reputation largely by word of mouth so listening to this feels like a privilege - he could so easily have remained an obscurity. The songs are short, keeping your attention span, and you will be unlikely to use the skip button on your remote.
At times the music is so pleasant it is almost unbearable, and the brilliant yet hushed hooklines may frustrate people wanting Jack to rock out more, but I think he has achieved a chilled masterpiece with this album. If you like it, get Brushfire Fairytales, its predecessor, which is just as good if not better.