As any history student knows, the present is just the past playing out in real time. There’s a sense of time looping in Alynda Segarra’s ninth album, in which the New Orleans-based singer-songwriter revisits their saturated backstory to remember loved ones, honour fellow travellers and “watch the world burn” with a tear in their eye.
Segarra’s father died shortly before recording; his voicemails provide the outro of this thoughtful, deceptively easygoing record. Another time shift: after a couple of recent more electric and pop-oriented outings, Segarra’s latest boomerangs them back into folk-adjacent territory with a classy band in tow, subtly accessorised by strings, brass and keys.
