Another effort as lackluster as the new One-Eyed Jack and last year’s critical favorite will begin to look like an exception to the rule. On this album’s predecessor, the eclectic Ghost Writer, Garland Jeffreys included songs that variously beat the Rolling Stones at their own game; painted a moody portrait of Manhattan; and brought race and politics to a personal level. The dully produced present LP, however, finds him trying nothing so ambitious; and I get the feeling that at least temporarily, he’s run out of things to say, both musically and lyrically. If that’s true, it’s not surprising that the best moment here comes with a cover version (of Vincent Ford’s “No Woman No Cry”).