A lot can happen in six years. In Phoebe Bridgers' case, plenty has gone down since the release of her last solo LP, the stunning pandemic album 'Punisher'.
There have been highs (touring and picking up multiple Grammys with supergroup Boygenius), some pretty intense lows (the loss of her father and a breakup with longtime partner and fiancé Paul Mescal), and a chance at rebirth (finding love again with her new beau, Bo Burnham).
Unsurprisingly, her third album 'Lost Weekend' deals with these peaks and troughs - including the devastation of a broken heart and the exploration of the delirious emotions that only blooming love can provoke.
The title of the album itself is a powerful indicator - a possible reference to Charles Jackson's 1944 novel, adapted a year later to the screen by Billy Wilder. The term refers to a multiple-day binge resulting in lost time, one which was also famously used to describe the 18-month period when John Lennon separated from Yoko Ono. But instead of blurring existential dramas by indulging in escapist attitudes, Bridgers confronts them and creates a reckoning - one which tallies pain, appraises loss, and accounts for grief to better achieve revival.
The result is an introspective and unpredictable opus which is, in a word, remarkable.
