Trying to extend his shelf life, white blues prodigy Jonny Lang wisely dumps the Stevie Ray Vaughan shtick on his third album. Unfortunately, the 22-year-old looker with the sharp riffs and even sharper cheekbones is now trafficking in slick, entirely unmemorable middle-of-the-road rock. The minimalist R&B-influenced ''Touch'' is the disc's bright spot, but the rest is an amalgam of sub-Creed grunge (''Save Yourself''), wretched funk-metal (''If We Try''), and cliched power ballads (''Goodbye Letter''). He may have grown up, but Lang still hasn't discovered what it means to be an original.

