"Mormons are at the door," singer/songwriter Joplin sings on "Pilgrim's Progress", a vaguely jaded tune that's representative of this mildly catchy but ultimately hollow album.
Songs like the tear-spiked "One Become Two" showcase the better elements of Joplin's game: who wouldn't nod a drunken hell-yeah to a chorus that declares, "Yeah, we did the best that we could do"? Same goes for "Jaywalkers Of The World", an indictment of people who are willing to fuck up the flow just to get ahead of the pack.
Unfortunately, other tracks, like the post break-up study "A Hard Year", offer clever production in place of substance. Once you're drawn into Joplin's ocean of thought, you'll be dismayed to discover that the water only comes up to your knees. The cute but aimless "The World On A Shoestring" can't even keep rhythm, let alone your attention.
By the album's end, you'll wonder if Joplin has a massive archive of songs like these collecting dust under his bed -- and perhaps a far smaller box, hidden somewhere safe, reserved for the superior work of which he's clearly capable. If you're smart, you'll skip Jaywalker and wait 'til he remembers where he left the key for the little box.