Time

Time is a promising debut from a guy who understands that pop is sometimes better when it gets a little weird.

While it's fascinating in nature, full of characterful eccentricities, it suffices on an abstract level; on a personal one, it seems beyond reach. 

For fans of DeMarco's laid-back, deadbeat jams, Calder is a worthy acolyte, and Time is a delightfully shambling debut that succeeds in spite of obvious trappings.

At his best, Calder channels a disaffected claustrophobia, bearing down on twentysomethings lost and disaffected in their parents’ basements. It’s a bummer listen, but sometimes that’s warranted.

It feels like there are some real, serious songs here struggling to get out, but everything on Time is so hazy, fragmented. It comes across like a collection of simple, catchy tunes that has been cut up and inexpertly pieced back together.