On Easy, Wechsel Garland offers up his latest serving of fireside-chamomile electronica. But scaling back the electronic element almost entirely on some tracks, a good portion of the album plays like some ether-blurred Tropicana lounge experience (“Waves,” “Corona Loco”) or a foray into PBS‘s acoustic-music concert archives from ‘70s. The problem isn‘t the territory he tackles; rather that he does it so damned well. Easy really draws out its intended emotions-and whether we fancy Garland‘s schmaltzy, feel-good vocalisms or not, the instrumental potency cannot be denied.