Sean Lennon took his time after the release of his 1998 debut, Into the Sun, touring with Cibo Matto while he was dating their keyboardist, Yuka Honda, then just fading away into the New York socialite/artist scene after the turn of the millennium. He would pop up on-stage on occasion -- sometimes with Paul Simon's son Harper, sometimes with his mother, Yoko Ono, sometimes with Vincent Gallo -- but for the most part he kept a low profile (at least as far the rest of the U.S. outside of N.Y.C. was concerned) until 2006, when his sophomore effort, Friendly Fire, was released. More than anything, it sounds like a record that was made without a sense of urgency -- its cascade of gently plucked acoustic guitars, vaguely baroque keyboards, echoey guitars, breathy harmonies, and liberal borrowings from psychedelic Beatles and Beach Boys sounds as if it's been mildly tinkered with over the years, a little bit added here, an overdub there, until it eventually was done. Sonically, it's not far removed from Into the Sun; it's only not as cheery in spirit as that debut, and Lennon explained the reason why in the publicity surrounding the release of Friendly Fire. The songs are inspired by a romantic catastrophe of his: his girlfriend slept with his best friend, thereby precipitating a breakup and a falling out, and the friend died in a motorcycle accident before Lennon could patch things up with him. Sad stuff, no doubt, and knowledge of the tale lends resonance to the album's title. It's helpful to know the context to provide emotional weight to this set of palely pretty, sort of sad, yet sort of sweet indie pop bathed in the glow of the '60s. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide
Forget for a moment that Sean Lennon is the son of John Lennon. Forget that he's the heir apparent to St. John's position as "the voice of a generation" (Julian was forced to abdicate the throne after his albums simply stopped selling). Judge Into the Sun on its own terms, as a debut album from an unknown artist. First of all, it doesn't sound like the work of a hungry artist; it sounds like the project of a privileged soul, someone who has enough time to mess around in the studio. It's an eclectic album, wandering around from Beach Boys harmonies to faux jazz, winding back to near-Beatlesque melodies -- ironically, much closer to McCartney than Lennon -- and bossa nova, with little analog synth blips working their way into the cracks. Lennon's ideas are often good. Into the Sun is a promising record -- suggesting that Lennon will be able to deliver a better one quite soon. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide