Time Flies YEP ROC 7/10
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.