At first, San Francisco’s Gresham makes me think of Jamiroquai. But where the British group’s singer Jason K could usually deliver soulful crooning and well-composed pop songs, Gresham’s vocals lack feeling, as if he were singing in his sleep. It’s an affect that works for a song or two, but by the end of the disc, we’re all suffering from heavy eyelids. This well-produced acoustic rock album has some nice solos and melodies, but the result is mostly torpid melodic loops that have no destination. This is the feeling of a bar band that makes you want to leave and drink elsewhere.