With his downy afro and thrift-store gear, this 22-year-old singer looks the part of a bohemian soul eccentric. And on the first track of his debut, Michael delivers a true incense-and-beads anthem: “We All Want the Same Thing” is a clever let’s-just-all-get-along party cut, powered by a chugging slide guitar vamp and a sprightly Lupe Fiasco rap. But the rest of the album buries otherwise thrilling moments — the eerie “Ha Ha Ha,” three-hanky ballad “Ain’t Got You” — amid a steady stream of generic R&B. And the schlocky Wyclef cameo? Indefensible.