The singer-guitarist ditches his day job as producer of beautiful lush albums (U2, Dylan, Emmylou Harris) for a third solo effort. Over languid guitar, his shy, dusty vocals wander in search of love. Highlights: an intimate duet with Harris and a spiritual ditty written and sung by God himself (Bono to you). But midway through, Lanois gets lost in a trio of noodling instrumentals. Isn't it just like a man not to pull over and ask for directions?