Tyler’s new album is about presence and being in the moment, and that’s just how it sounds, capturing attention at a fast clip, while saying, let’s put away our devices, and live our lives. That’s how the music feels, too: Like an expression of immediacy and clarity about the moment it’s in.
Very standard stuff for Richman, who is now so self contained and comfortable being who he has always been, still with sounds of his ‘60s-protege status, but also his own stage dynamics, lots of rhythm and simplicity, nothing much to keep
Gorgeously strained dark jazz with an ethereal sense of style and a lot of dynamic things to discover in the big wall of instrumental sound. Perfectly abrasive.
Paying attention now? Good writing, instrument sounds, and the right synthesis of sound and genre combine for a perfectly well-rounded record.
Doesn’t feel so much like a late-era return of a beloved band, but sounds like a present and modern act at the height of their style. No bad songs, just good ones.