LeVert has the smooth, sweet-talkin' loverman thing down so well by now that he can practically sing an entire album without breaking a sweat or even thinking twice about what he's saying. And, on Gerald's World, he's as smooth and as sweet-talkin' as ever. But there's something automatic about it all, a sense of security with the persona and legend he's built over the years. LeVert still may have a bedroom voice, but more often than not here, he seems about ready to call it a night. Which doesn't make Gerald's World an awful album, just an uninspired one.