Zayn is at relative peace with his tumultuous past, or at least trying to get there—and on the occasion of his new solo album, he wants the world to know. As he said in a headline-inciting podcast interview in February, he’s farming in Pennsylvania, giving his daughter a lot of money for her loose teeth, and wondering if he was ever in love with her supermodel mother, Gigi Hadid. The clarity that allows such bold introspection should’ve helped him finally act on the promise of his artistic potential. But expecting KONNAKOL to break the pattern of underwhelming, moody R&B-pop albums, or to make Zayn as interesting as he’s tried to signal he is for over a decade, will disappoint anyone not already committed to loving him. Most of his fifth album since exiting the era-defining boy band One Direction in 2015 commits his considerable vocal talents to overproduced tales of torturous love, sexual yearning, and gruff self-evaluation that rarely go deeper than recognizing the condition.…