JIM LAUDERDALE

Time Flies YEP ROC 7/10

UNCUT - - New Albums - A sto­ried Nashville song­writer flexes his mus­cles ERiN os­MoN

The finest mo­ments on the Nashville leg­end’s 30th stu­dio al­bum are when he’s not labour­ing for a pe­riod-spe­cific aes­thetic, but al­low­ing one to glide from his agrestic point of view. The ti­tle track is a mas­ter­ful ex­er­cise, a cosy re­flec­tion on the pass­ing of time where verses packed with uni­ver­sal truths meet melan­choly slide gui­tar and or­gan that steers soar­ing cho­ruses, while “Where The Cars Go By Fast” is built around a lop­ing train beat. Tin Pan Al­ley-es­que “Slow As Mo­lasses” and “While You’re Hop­ing” are corny in­ter­rup­tions to an other­wise ef­fort­less vibe, but are no sur­prise given Lauderdale’s three decades of genre-hop­ping in an ef­fort to avoid pi­geon­holes. He might not dig the Amer­i­cana tag so of­ten at­tached to him, but it comes with a large com­pli­ment: he’s touted as a song­writer’s song­writer in Mu­sic City, of all places, and the twangy high­lights of this al­bum ring true to that ac­co­lade.

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