Geoffrey Himes wrote about Tim Easton in June 2006 for The Washington Post:
"Back to the Pain" from Tim Easton's new album, "Ammunition," has the makings of a good song. The verses are jittery descriptions of a woman who keeps falling into abusive relationships, and the chorus is a soothing hymn that begs, "Baby, don't you go back to the pain." As promising as the song is, the descriptions never get past the predictable markers of this familiar story; the melody is repetitive; Easton's lead vocal wanders off-key, and Lucinda Williams's backing vocal goes even further afield.
Easton's heartfelt performances and ambitious Americana songwriting have won the admiration of many of his fellow musicians. The Ohio singer-songwriter made his 2001 album, "The Truth About Us," with three-fifths of Wilco, his 2003 album, "Break Your Mother's Heart," with Tom Petty's longtime guitarist and Ry Cooder's longtime drummer, and his new release, "Ammunition," with three Jayhawks alumni. Easton's ambitions, though, are rarely realized.
"Next to You," for example, is a pretty romantic ballad with one great line, "I can hear every song better when I'm next to you under your ceiling fan," but it stumbles over a mumbly vocal and too many filler lyrics. "J.P.M.F.Y.F." begins with the provocative line, "Jesus, protect me from your followers," but it fumbles away that strong opening with cliches about televangelists screaming from their televisions and "walking shoulder to shoulder with greed and violence."