The Weekend
By TIM DAVID HARVEY
May Pang had a personal and professional relationship with John Lennon, between 1973 and 1975, during the working-class hero's brief break from artist Yoko Ono. The fellow Plastic Ono Band leader dubbed this departure their "lost weekend".
This also serves as the name of indie folk rocker and 'Stranger In The Alps', Phoebe Bridgers' third album. And her first in six years (just three if you count 'The Record' (and 'The Rest') for her Boygenius supergroup with Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker) since she turned into 'The Punisher' like Jon Bernthal. And no, it has nothing to do with the fact that her former fiancée, ('Normal People' and 'Gladiator II' star Paul Mescal) is about to play Paul McCartney in Sam Mendes' Beatles biopics. Sure, there are lyrics to go here about the breakdown of that relationship, referencing the 'Aftersun' and 'All Of Us Strangers' actor's new love in singer/songwriter Gracie Abrams (whose own album came out a few weeks back). Yet these are the artist's own personal and profound brushstrokes of beauty in the break. Sure, she's putting them out into the world, but they are still her business. Swifties, back down! Besides, Jack Antonoff is on this.
What critics and fans alike should really look at, in this magnificent new record that now Bridgers the gap with a big-three, is the new Americana ground Phoebe finds in this ambient folktronica age that is all hers. From the alps, to screaming 'I Know The End', whilst making out with a senior in her perfect 'Punisher' conclusion, in the bones of her own black, superhero costume, this ghost works the machine on this Dead Oceans album that really swims in another year of 'Arirang' BTS domination. All you have to hear is the distorted opening vocal of 'The Outside' to see that Phoebe Bridgers is not playing around. "Crying in a suit and tie/But you should see the other guy/One more time for old time's sake/I’ll watch him get carried away/Fist through the drywall/I'm frozen in place/But not afraid." What more can you say?
Same song for the 'Lost Boys' lead single for all you Peter Pans. No Kiefer vampire, but an Elfin Bridgers role playing in the park, like Shakespeare (cue Robert Downey's "doth mother know"), with new 'Superman' Jimmy Olsen, Skyler Gisondo, all the way to the forest building of a 'Minecraft' like video game. Not to mention, the 8-bit beat for the 'Kyoto' singer. "On a motorbike, doing 90 in a 55/To another life/Where they make you cut your hair/Impatient with a rifle and your papers/Weightless but not scared." Knights and roundtables, it's one of her chainmail strongest yet. You'll be singing along like all the other singles that flow as perfectly as riding around your local area in a suit and tie on a scooter.
Driving through alien rays in classic American muscle, Phoebe continues to strum acoustic for all her friends on some of the best cuts you'll hear in years...from any artist. Navigating love and loss, not to mention the perils of fame, this is Phoebe's most personal and profound project yet. Dealing with the death of her father Tony Bridgers. You can hear his voice on a voicemail for the moving 'Never Going Back!" backed by a banjo. But it's on the best of the album, 'Still Standing' were Tony really gets his dedication. "I wasn't too young to understand/I just didn't think it was so bad/And it wasn't, in a way/And now there is nothing/You're back to the ocean, burning red/I can't imagine you dead/But you are every day/Thank you for everything." Pain, purity, and the absolute beauty of family that lives on in the spirit of soul. And the art of this album.
So, focus on that, and hug your own like coach Doc Rivers said in last weekend's Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame enshrinement speech. Whilst everyone else is picking apart the grace of 'The Governor's Waltz' and shining a light on that "hiding in the bathroom like Shelley Duvall" lyric. We all have those moments...not matter who we are. And in the same week where we failed to save more heroes, we should save more face, theirs and our own. Especially in this day and age of lukewarm "takes" and internet takedowns. So, put away those phones, like the in concert protocols that are about to happen on 'The Lost Tour'. I can attest, after seeing her in Tokyo's Zepp a few weeks shy of the Boygenius release in 2023, that it's a show like no other. Taking it to churches in London, like Hozier, the 'Panorama' (featuring Jake Minch 'Twice' interpolations) and 'Liberty Tree' will look (yes, look) and sound amazing in this 'Haunted' house.
From 'Bobby' dedications ("Now I sleep in your shirts and you live in my house/You sing in the shower, I talk to myself"), to album title-tracks that sample Phil Lansky's idle chatter, this 'Lost Weekend' should be found on your turntables (with a 'Best Dressed' bonus) and playlists. All the way to the raw reprise in curtain concluding closing. 'Kill Me' will floor you. 'Lost Parade' is signature and sublime. Whilst new single 'I Can't Wait' and 'Other Plans' should really put yours on hold, because this can't. 'As Above' and so below in all its atmospheric beauty helps bring this album home. "Trying not to look down/Making faces at a kid on the plane/Trying not to freak out/About bein' a couple days late/Started watchin' a movie/One where they go back in time/And it got to me/I don't know why." You know when you're airborne for so long and, in-between red eyes and that damn dry mouth that just can't help stomach airplane food, those fleeting moments that feel like forever up there help you become free from everything beneath you? Yeah? Well, this album is just like that. And you won't want to come down. So, don't look.
Ladies and gentlemen...the 'Lost Weekend'.
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