JACK Johnson's album Upside Down was the soundtrack of my summer last year.

Not through choice, but because everyone I seemed to know thought it was great and it contaminated the airwaves wherever I went.

Suffice to say, the thought of listening to his latest offering didn't really inspire me. Neither did actually listening to it.

From what I could tell, it's full of more of the same lacklustre tunes as featured on its predeccessor.

Admittedly the opening of most of the tracks, which comprised some pleasant acoustic melodies, caused me to prick up my ears and the occasional reggae rythmns held my interest.

But once Johnson starts to sing in that voice like a sedated Anthony Keidis, I was more than ready to skip to the next track.

Sleep Through the Static? I'd prefer to sleep through this album.