The Search for Everything succeeds because he's not donning a new costume: instead, he's settling into a groove he can claim as his own, and it feels like he's at home.
If mellowness remains Mayer’s weakness, the brilliance of his best compositions provides a worthy trade-off.
John Mayer suffers simultaneously from an excess of taste and an oblivious lack of it. It makes his seventh studio album neither sensitive nor scuzzy, just pleasantly bland.
This 12-song collection of midtempo ballads and amiable easy-listening soul songs has little on its mind beyond providing generically soft, accessible hooks, but it’s far too mired in Muzak-style adult-contemporary arrangements to get anyone very excited, even Mayer’s easy targets.